<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-116256841385106807</id><published>2006-11-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:40:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/hot%20darlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/hot%20darlings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're hot, they're 16, they're fun, they're my darlings!&lt;br /&gt;=) iya, nat, queenie.&lt;br /&gt;you're all missed &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-116256841385106807?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/116256841385106807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=116256841385106807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116256841385106807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116256841385106807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/11/theyre-hot-theyre-16-theyre-fun-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-116245030101770132</id><published>2006-11-01T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:51:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WON A "A CHANGE OF PACE" CD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the i scrolled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;collect it at new york times square, 7pm, nov 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOODY HELL!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody willing to get me a flight ticket that could send me there in time? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll just dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonny tore a vocal chord! then FFTL had to stop its tour. i dont get it. cos FFTL was saying sonny could play the guitar while craig from chiodos would b the vocalist. yet they're still ckicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok why m i even whining, they're never coming to UNIQUELY SINGAPORE. argh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STB do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. dont assume anything. i love singapore &amp;amp; i'm proud of being singaporean)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-116245030101770132?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/116245030101770132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=116245030101770132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116245030101770132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116245030101770132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-won-a-change-of-pace-cd-i-scrolled.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-116232641485429123</id><published>2006-10-31T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:26:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/28-10-06_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/28-10-06_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisa &amp; i. somewhere in the airport. HAHA U DUNNO WHERE RITE? (okay pls just let me have my way). n yes, nisa has a nice outfit on. duh its mine. (somehow people always look better in my clothes than i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/23-10-06_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/23-10-06_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddy got me a new Barbie. the one in the purple top. she's my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent slept properly in days. no, i'm not showing off at how FUCKING STUDIOUS AND HARDWORKING i am. fuck it, god knows i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm not fucking smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own mother says i must study twice as hard to fucking b on par with fucking everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont fucking tell me i'm fucking being unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont fucking ask me how's me &amp; khai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont fucking ask me how's me n my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont act like you fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like those fucked up number patterns. only i dont get any marks for getting it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ITS NOT A FUCKING EMO CATCH PHRASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING MADE IT UP MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my dear principal, if you happen to read this, just go tell you friends i'm not from your school. yes its that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its injustice how when someone makes a mistake, instant forgiveness is expected. oh &amp; guess what, i even gave a bonus of him taking his own sweet time to learn his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang punye pasal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now what? i chose the wrong words &amp;amp; i've starting a fucking world war us? HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even MEAN it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you KNOW its obviously fucking sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you (my blog viewers) know what? i think i'm suffering from an addiction. an addiction to STRESS. like i'll always put my bloody heart on the line just for the pleasure to get it all ripped apart. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA. oh! and when i study, i wont get sated til i go bonkers. like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my finger bled from writing too much. well not exactly. at first it was a blister. well i hate blisters. so i scratched n peeled. oooo n blood came out. (its sadistic, NOT emoshit) so, unable to grip my pen properly without me cringing, i shifted my work to the computer. i'm doing geog anyway. i think its much bttr this way. cos i can actually research on tourism n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. hey i'm not laughing, i'm just putting a series of H's and A's together. got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iri n i made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; me, deprived of sleep, got all emoshit n promised him a pizza hut treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that i had already promised ikmal, nurul, nadz, zul n khai all pizza hut treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sadly) there goes my hari raya money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-116232641485429123?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/116232641485429123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=116232641485429123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116232641485429123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/116232641485429123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/10/nisa-me-deprived-of-sleep-got-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115993810663903571</id><published>2006-10-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:01:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! i'm online! heh. actually i'm here cos i wanna apply for 3mths jc at TPJC. YES I CAN GO JC! =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;midyears&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng - &lt;strong&gt;C6 &lt;/strong&gt;(dont ask me how that happened)&lt;br /&gt;math - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans -&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay - &lt;strong&gt;C5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science - &lt;strong&gt;B4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T - &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so L1R4: 36    L1R5: 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah so i was depressed blablabla. &amp; khaii helped me get back on track. thanks baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and for the prelims, i got :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENG - &lt;strong&gt;A2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATH - &lt;strong&gt;B4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUMANS - &lt;strong&gt;B4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCIENCE - &lt;strong&gt;B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MALAY - &lt;strong&gt;B4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&amp;T - &lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so L1R4: 14    L1R5: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wad? i'm glad this time all the effort paid off. now i must b consistent for my o's =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Nurul Iffah =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115993810663903571?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115993810663903571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115993810663903571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115993810663903571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115993810663903571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-im-online-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115383192541656602</id><published>2006-07-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:52:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;isn't it bloody contradicting for one to lecture about slandering and defamation, and the next week, display an epitome of such acts IN BLOODY PUBLIC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mrsheadofauthority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bloody hell, yes i'm pissed at you. pissed = very very angry. you HUMILIATED my friend. by making an ACT out of her family problems. it's despicable, no less. god dammit. how could someone be so UNHUMAN. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;me and no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of update. =). i've been really really really busy. khairulanwar's been a total sweetheart. so much that i wanna name my son Nufan Bin Khairulanwar. yeah yeah, no use for a name. i noe, lame. but it has a nice ring to it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest i was MAI (miserable and inferior) so i ran 2 rounds around the school. which was fine, cept that i've only slept for 2hrs n i didnt eat at all. fuck. big mistake. after that run i was practically sprawled over the drain vomitting my guts out. yuck. ika forced me not to study anymore, &amp; mr lee told me not to do my dnt. den ika went to mr peterson to call my mum to take me hm. khaii &amp;amp; ika's so sweet. they waited at e atrium til my parents came. khaii actually sat by my bag while ika &amp; i bought drinks. y? &lt;em&gt;"nanti org amek beg u.." &lt;/em&gt;he's too bloody adorable la. &lt;3xinfinity href="http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketshow&amp;amp;featurename=RHday&amp;pa=/y130/nasuhaa/" featurename="RHday&amp;amp;pa="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketshow&amp;featurename=RHday&amp;amp;pa=/y130/nasuhaa/"&gt;http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketshow&amp;featurename=RHday&amp;amp;pa=/y130/nasuhaa/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketshow&amp;featurename=RHday&amp;amp;pa=/y130/nasuhaa/" featurename="RHday&amp;pa="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://w4.photobucket.com/widgets/dynamicflash.php?featuretype=bucketshow&amp;amp;featurename=RHday&amp;pa=/y130/nasuhaa/" featurename="RHday&amp;amp;amp;amp;pa="&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" featurename="RHday&amp;amp;pa="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115383192541656602?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115383192541656602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115383192541656602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115383192541656602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115383192541656602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/isnt-it-bloody-contradicting-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115270097614711892</id><published>2006-07-12T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:42:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ilovehimihatehim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my heart voraciously clawing itself. he's not only hurt me like fuck, he's also insulted my friend. i hate the sick perverse bastard side of him. it's obvious i can't satisfy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me tells me a breakup will do me good. but i just can't let him go. i love him. yes nur nasuha loves khairulanwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how my friends can make me feel so much better. i really am grateful for them, iya, nat, lihssie, qiqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i go for guys with ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says he's sorry. he explains that it's normal. i say i'm sorry. i explain that i'm a girl i have good reason to be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she walks behind him, her treads barely making a sound. she tries not to think about it. tears stung at her eyes, ardent with persistence to break free. she takes even breaths. he doesn't even seem to notice a thing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; there's this girl at my school. dulu typical minarep. skrg..*drum roll* EMOKID. mentang2 bf punk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can ever get over this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss ikmal bin hisharm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115270097614711892?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115270097614711892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115270097614711892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115270097614711892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115270097614711892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/ilovehimihatehim.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115243493116936047</id><published>2006-07-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:12:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/P7070038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/P7070038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like kissing myself. can i? pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm editing my compo. damit i want that money prize. i know i CAN write well, but just that my kind of writing is vague. vague, cos i like my readers to be able to draw to their own conclusions, plus, it'll add an aura of mystery to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, since mrs neo is marking, i guess i should add detail. she likes details. she doesn't like melodrama. soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"She's so horrible, her father died and I heard she didn't even shed a tear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since her mother died, her father has been nothing but nice to her. I've heard stories of how he lavishes her with gifts but not a single word of thanks has come out of her mouth. Such ungratefulness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my mouth in a grim line as whispers of such surround me. I look down upon the glass coffin. The man's face looked at utter peace. My hands shook. Dying in his sleep. Why must my father die peacefully while my mother went through pain before she was put to rest? Leukemia is an ugly thing. I remember crying and sobbing uncontrollably at my mother's funeral. Yet, now, same place, same purpose, I just stared down at the corpse completely void of emotion, all for the reason of it being a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say is true. My father had never mistreated me. On the contrary, I was his gem. He came to every single school event I took part in. He paid the finest tutors to teach me until I perfected every single subject. He responded to my every want. I know all he wanted from me is love. Love and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes. Do not think about it, I told myself as I forced deep even breaths out of me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the service ended, countless people came up to me. Relatives asked whether I would be okay handling the money my father had passed down to me. Friends just gave me short words of sorry. Yet, I could see their eyes comprehending the unnerved state I was in. Surprise, disdain, annoyance. None of them knew what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papa?" I called out. The house was empty. I crept upstairs. Where was my father? I wondered. He planned to take me to the hospital to see my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of voices from his room. Hurriedly I opened the door. I screamed. My father quickly got off the bed and wrapped himself in a towel. The Chinese woman just shrieked and covered herself up with the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then and there when I vowed I would never forgive and forget what my father did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home to deathly silence. How cliche, I chided myself. I went up to my dad's room and started packing his things into cardboard boxes. I did not even bother to arrange them nicely. Why should I? My father does not deserve nice. Mid-toss of a leather folder, a folded note fell out. I scrutinized it. It was somehow familiar. Then, I realized that it was the note he had left under my pillow a few days after the "incident" happened. I had thrown it back to him without reading it. This time though, I opened it. Give the dead man some consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Nasuha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to talk to you over the past few days. This is what happened. I got drunk the night before, I didn't realize what happened. That woman, Katrina, was also unaware. Regardless, I will take full responsibility for what had happened. I understand if you'll not ever talk to me, let alone forgive me. You have the right to. What I did was indescribably despicable, aggravated by the fact that your mother is sick. I'm not making excuses for what happened, I just want to let you know that if I had control over what happened, that would never had happened. That was where I did wrong, didn't I? I did not give myself control over the situation. I'm a disappointment as a father and husband. I am so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely aware the sobs convulsing from my body repeatedly. Deep inside me, I knew he never meant to do everything he put me through. I just had to cringe sometimes to rid the poison from my mind. I had forgiven him all this time. It was just my pride unwilling to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;comments , please =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;no need to be polite. just tell me if it s**** =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115243493116936047?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115243493116936047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115243493116936047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115243493116936047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115243493116936047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-kissing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115228263123745567</id><published>2006-07-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:30:31.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh &amp; i'm so happy. his parents know abt us. okay i know what you're thinking, that i must be mad. no no no, the catch is, they don't hate me! after the traumatic experience with nasrul's mum, i can't describe what relief it is to know your boyfriend's parents don't hate your guts. argh! im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 11th month to priya, raushan, syarif &amp; iffah. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine's coming this tue. not that we're gonna spend it together. time's definitely not on our side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115228263123745567?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115228263123745567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115228263123745567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115228263123745567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115228263123745567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115228231723633711</id><published>2006-07-07T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:25:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night class was fun. although i couldnt really concentrate over all the noise. *smiles my sweetest smile* i wanted to make up for lost time with khaii but my parents were across the road *smile fades to sad expression complete with bottom lip sticking out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i owe you pix? *shoves these in your face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; 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HEIGHT: 519px" height="1287" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_1933.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 674px" height="1301" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_1223.jpg" width="855" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="933" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_0906.jpg" width="931" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 396px" height="520" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_0905.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 569px" height="1319" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_0903.jpg" width="510" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 552px" height="1295" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/01-07-06_0917.jpg" width="515" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's true a picture speaks a thousand words, then you'd be able to deduce where and when those are taken. wuhuhu! to hell with captions. too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh BY THE WAY. have i mentioned these pictures were taken with my new PINK MOTOROLA V3X which i got last week. video conferences, anyone? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115228231723633711?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115228231723633711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115228231723633711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115228231723633711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115228231723633711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-class-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115218694702166591</id><published>2006-07-06T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:55:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading seri's blog, i've decided not to change my blog URL =). after all, it's not as if i'm the sort who goes around slandering and defaming the authority. i mean, i'm not dumb. its a WWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i haven't had ANY time for anyone/anything except studying, d&amp;t and more d&amp;amp;t. 've been staying back every single day til 6, go straight home, study all the way til around 1-3. then wake at 5 so i can take my own sweet time and still not be late. when my dad asked me why i'd  grown eyebags suddenly, i told him why. and this is his reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wa caya lu ah!"&lt;/em&gt; ("i believe in you!" in 'GANGSTER' language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like whaaaaaat? oh well, at least it's better than a lecture about overstressing myself. i am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; overstressing. i just need to study 'cos i'm pretty much dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: don't read this if you find BGR &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he left our ring in the backpocket of his jeans. his mother found it. well, that happened to me too, but my mum is pretty cool &amp; she even (jokingly) threatened to wear it if i don't take care of it properly. however, his mum is just..different. let's just say my family is made out of ionic bonds and his, covalent bonds. for all non-science geeks, i'm trying to say that my family is more close-knit than his. maybe it's the age differece. (his dad is as old as my &lt;em&gt;grandma&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and since i've promised not to defame anyone, i'll make this paragraph subtle. plus, in tiny font. (cool kan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop being such a sad case. don't portray yourself as the victim when you're the one who inflicted this upon yourself. now that you're in trouble, you're seeking (unfair and biased) help from an authoritised position. who'd lie just to save your precious butt. it's despicable. notice i'm not paying any attention to you? yeah, 'cos i don't think you deserve the attention (that you obviously want). i've the right mind to tell her about this. tell her the truth. the two of you, you're playing not only with the emotions of others but also the law. it's utter injustice. furthermore, you hurt my friends without even an apology. instead, you turn to them , for what? protection? sympathy? they're way too nice. they forgive and forget easily. and i hate it that you're putting it at your advantage. and don't accuse people. haven't you heard of "innocent until proven guilty"? and why are you so angry at her/him? isn't she/he doing the right thing by telling him the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done. oh &amp; since my darling principal wants us to put up poems, here's one as a consolation for any emotional outburst displayed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just heard the news today, let yourself down once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trusted your feelings in a place that no one goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will you do anything, to satisfy your so-called friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's something you ought to know, before you explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All I want to do is make sure you stop chasing rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trusting those around you is an easy thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not saying don't believe in someone that you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just don't go on thinking that the whole world tells the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(any of you who knows, shh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115218694702166591?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115218694702166591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115218694702166591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115218694702166591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115218694702166591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-reading-seris-blog-ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115131531300004167</id><published>2006-06-26T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:48:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/862259217_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/862259217_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin terrors of dunman kepe. khaii &amp; seth. eh no. seth &amp;amp; khaii. yeah, my bf has a sexier butt. (padehal tkleh nmpk) sorry eh seri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115131531300004167?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115131531300004167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115131531300004167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115131531300004167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115131531300004167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/twin-terrors-of-dunman-kepe.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115124767124035333</id><published>2006-06-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T08:01:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was emo shit =.= thanks iffah, nisa, ikmal, nadzey, priya &amp; seri. =)) thanks for being there when i needed you. hannan tried consoling me by feeding me bubble gum. even nasrul "tried" to cheer me up with that cow. i didnt even bother to tell my mum what happened. i know if i tell her she'd think khaii is bad for me. but seriously, he's not. i've never been this in love before. like, i'd do anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ikmal &amp; nadz:you don't know him well. he's too amazingly sweet &amp;amp; he makes me feel like the happiest person in the world. times like these are worth staying with him forever. he's THE ONE and i know it =) love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii has 2 brothers. one is bad &amp; one is good. the bad one has a bad gf &amp;amp; the good one has a good gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway went out with him today. had a bad tummy. vomited in the morning. didnt tell mum, cos she'll know it was because of the night before. that sweet boy wanted to come over to fetch me although i insisted he wait at pasir ris mrt. in the end when i alighted from the bus i looked up &amp; saw him at the bus stop. doesnt sound like much but i was touched, ok. plus he bought for me a whole bottle of green tea and old chang kee. both which i unfortunately wasn't able to consume. my tummy was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway first we went bugis, then changed our minds (or rather i changed mine. &amp; him, being so sweet, just followed along). then proceeded to orchard. ate at LJS (i had a sudden craving for FISH) where he paid for me. he was just happy to see me eat, i guess. then went to far east. walked around. went to that shop selling band tees. he wanted AILD. but the prices there were..whoa. so we moved on. went to wisma atria. TOPSHOP! i promised him a topman polo tee. damit, men clad in TOPMAN turns me on =). miss yew agrees too. anyway the polo tee costs 43bux. anyone willing to help contribute? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to penin. band tees there waaaay cheaper. (duh, obvious imitations. but the, who cares) khaii bought his AILD tee. i contemplated over an FFTL one. but then, it was a hand grippng a heart, abit like green day; the hand holding a heart grenade. so it wasnt that attractive. the senses fail one was woooh; bloody nice. but then, i'm not a die-hard fan of them. so i'll feel well, like a faker wearing their shirt. it's just me lah. since i couldnt make up my mind we walked away. visted this guitar shop where this white woman was shopping for elec guitars for her son. it was unfair, but acceptable. EXCEPT. her son was like, bloody 10 YEARS OLD. khaii was saying fat hope his mother would ever do that for him. i replied by saying my chances were slimmer, considering i don't even know how to play =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to esplanade. he blanja-ed me MRS FIELDS. argh! you may ask why i'm screaming. COS I DIDNT EAT IT. I WAS STILL HAVING A BAD TUMMY.ohwell. we went rooftop &amp; chose a secluded spot where he wrote his essay, with me dozing on his lap. then i looked up &amp; saw a couple wearing matching band tees. i proposed the idea to khaii. we're gonna wear matching tees to youth day! so i finished up his essay for him (i know my eng is good =D) &amp;amp; we went back to penin. &amp; in the end i bought this From Autumn To Ashes tee. cos his AILD tee didnt really appeal to me. ohwell. at least we'll both be in black tees =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; we made stupid jokes. well mine was a smart one. but it was pretty racist, so i'm not gonna put it up her. i'm no fan of racism ok. ok here are his "funny jokes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii: *points to The Adelphi* you know what the punks call this building?nas: what?&lt;br /&gt;khaii: the adelphi ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're laughing you must be as lame (or lamer) than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i forgot the other joke. shall post it up when i remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i call khaii : Sushi Dedepi bin Billag. he's a mixture of japanese, indian &amp; german, oh &amp;amp; he's a muslim. notice the "bin". cool ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ah. here's the explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi - he calls me sugarpie. so i had to think of a nice dish for him too right&lt;br /&gt;dedepi - he was trying to say something and it came out as "dedepi"&lt;br /&gt;billag - at his wishlist, he wanted to spell out "billabong" &amp; wrote "BILLAG" by accident. eh fucking funny ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my darling sushi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115124767124035333?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115124767124035333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115124767124035333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115124767124035333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115124767124035333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-was-emo-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115120488496786720</id><published>2006-06-24T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:08:04.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/30177995919452l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/30177995919452l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, i do look pretty. pretty pretty nas. friendster's pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115120488496786720?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115120488496786720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115120488496786720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115120488496786720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115120488496786720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/wah-i-do-look-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115115774804329247</id><published>2006-06-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T07:02:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/FREAKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/FREAKS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf! hahahahaha look. SAME POSE. nisa &amp; khaii. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i'm sad. thanks a lot to his bro &amp;amp; his gf. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115115774804329247?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115115774804329247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115115774804329247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115774804329247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115774804329247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/wtf-hahahahaha-look.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115115578480736317</id><published>2006-06-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:42:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel obliged to give my blog some photos so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="324" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00027.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been told i'd make a pretty hot guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="317" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00025.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, double chin. shut up abt it. khaii likes this cos he looks cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="371" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00026.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww..i love my boyfriend. dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="363" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00028.jpg" width="538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt know how to smile. then again, mine isnt that great either. i forgot how to smile k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="398" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00030.jpg" width="509" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? proven right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="352" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/DSC00029.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont stare at my boobs (or lack thereof) i'm just showing off my nice velvet motifs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="400" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/Geeks.jpg" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i look like a nun when i try to do that closed-top-button thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="349" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/RubyNassie.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before punkrock vs metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="359" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/Boy.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told u imma hot guy. n stop staring into his nostrils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="401" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/CarriedAway.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that? oh thats me piggy-backing him =D NUCLEAR NAS! or as natt calls it, Bony Muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats my darling lihssy bowl. =)&lt;br /&gt;ps: (to phillip) you ever make her sad..*cracks knuckles in menace* =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115115578480736317?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115115578480736317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115115578480736317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115578480736317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115578480736317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-obliged-to-give-my-blog-some.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115115276491159036</id><published>2006-06-24T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:39:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went khaii's house just now. &amp; i made the former post there. nothing much, just chilled &amp;amp; enjoyed each other's company. =)) den his brother came home with his gf. haha i like his gf, she's mad. at first i thought she looked like kak sahar. (WHO IS LIKE FRICKING GORGEOUS) den khaii said maybe it was kak sahar cheating on her husband. YEAH RIGHT. kak sahar's husband is BLOODY HOT. i doubt she'd cheat on him for khaii's bro. =). no offence to his bro ah. heh. yeah den she went nearer and i looked closer. nope. my kak sahar's way...err different. what can u expect, she's a model &amp; shes ex-miss NUS. ok enuf abt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyways me &amp; khaii left awhile after they arrived. went TM to eat. erni works at NY pizza? wow. i'll ask my bro what he thinks of her. *winks (its not a gd thing)  then we walked around. just being with him is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him what would he do if i was pregnant. he asked me if the baby was his. yeah, i said. he said he wouldnt leave me. he swore he'll take care of me &amp; our baby. he wouldnt even abort it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO NOW ITS WRITTEN HERE IN BLACK AND WHITE. YOU ALL ARE WITNESSES TO HIS PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, this is a totally hypothetical situation. not as if we would have pre-marital sex. *snorts. come on, even if we do, we'll use protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'M JOKING. DONT TAKE IT TO HEART. =) i love him but i'm not dumb, dammit. i'm fully aware that he's too young. if we get caught, i'll be charged for molestation. =)) plus its haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah &amp; we met up with ikmal outside my house. chehh, i love it that my bestie lives so near (although since we're both BUSY, we hardly spend time together) &amp;amp; i guess i'll be sad when he moves to jurong end of this year. i got my pink zoo york top! wuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my tummy hurts &amp; i'm feeling nauseous. NO, DAMMIT I'M NOT PREGNANT. i'm very sure cos i'm having my period. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata suckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115115276491159036?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115115276491159036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115115276491159036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115276491159036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115115276491159036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-khaiis-house-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115113648044233165</id><published>2006-06-24T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:08:00.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got to blog abt sth. since everyone is gushing about how cute and adorable paul is, i'd like to say: WAIT TIL THE NEXT TREND COMES ALONG. as we all jolly well know, "emo" is the HOT thing right now right? well, i'd like to say, imagine this is like, let's say, 2 years back. when HIPHOP was the coolest thing around (its obvious from the infestion of hiphoppers in places like TAMPINES). &amp; lets say there was singapore idol &amp;amp; paul twohill appeared dressed like he is now. i bet you trendy wankers would say things like "eeee...why's his hair like that? what's up with the stripes? red tie and black shirt? eww..mepek ah/nonsense/&lt;em&gt;err sing ah&lt;/em&gt; (disgusting)!" right? but now that emo is "IN" you all are gushing about how cute he is. i mean, truthfully i dont find him bad looking either. i'm not much against paul himself, just the FOLLOWERS that he's bringing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; dont bother to tag about how much you hate me. &lt;em&gt;COS I'LL GET SO HURT. I'LL CRY ALL NIGHT &amp;amp; SLASH MY WRISTS. &lt;/em&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i really respect about people like nasruledy hakim is his undying commitment to what he'd been attracted to in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; for the record, I AM NOT INSULTING PAUL TWOHILL'S SINGING. i think he sings fine, not the best, but okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweeping bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115113648044233165?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115113648044233165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115113648044233165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115113648044233165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115113648044233165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-got-to-blog-abt-sth.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115107227164750204</id><published>2006-06-23T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:17:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i said, IM BACK! i went kuching, sarawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first 2 days stayed at Holiday Inn, Damai Beach. BLOODY NICE. ahhh. like honeymoon heaven. when iffah &amp; i first looked at it from the outside, we just stared at it in dismay. 5 star hotel my ass, i thought. then we went in. woooh! nice! &amp;amp; the view from the balcony, heavenly. i can just imagine, (DISCLAIMER: CENSORED. DONT READ IT IF YOU DONT FUCKING WANT TO)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; me &amp; khaii, on honeymoon..we eat a candlelit dinner at the balcony by the sunset at the oceanline..he stares into my eyes..i go on top of him &amp;amp; we kiss passionately. of cos, we cant strip each other right then &amp; there, so he carries me (if he can. HAHA) into the room, lowers me gently onto the bed..draws the curtains, switch off the lights(hey, i like it better dark).. and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of cos, those are purely fantasies. don't mind me. too much sandra brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway the said oceanline is actually the south china sea. its bloody beautiful. ahh. iffah &amp; i bathed in the bathtub together. naked. heh heh. wtf! yeah anyway no touchy feely ah. come on. we did it tons of times before. yeah so we had a heart-to-heart talk. i was saying how inferior i felt to all khaii's exes (oh come on, u cant blame me. they're HOT. rafika, seri, sofiah, shiffa. need i say more?) and i'm pretty bad looking as compared to them. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on a lighter note, the beach was fun. iffah &amp; i tortured poor hermit crabs. =D den eddy(iffah's bro) got bored. so he took a handful of wet sand &amp;amp; threw it at me. i turned around &amp; saw him delightedly running away. i think he expected me to have a sand war with him or something. but i merely turned away &amp;amp; told iffah "lame". i know some of you would say "hahaha cute sia!" but no no no. there's a catch. eddy is like..19 yrs old. hahahhaa. ooookaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway holiday inn was great. den on our 3rd day we went to live in the modern part of kuching. SHOPPING! i bought myself a diesel striped tee ( i know wad ur thinking, COMMON. but hey, it doesnt look like typical emoshit. &amp; it has nice velvet motif) iffah bought a similar one. &amp;amp; i got khaii a black hoodie &amp; a blowpipe complete with arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115107227164750204?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115107227164750204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115107227164750204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115107227164750204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115107227164750204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-i-said-im-back-i-went-kuching.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115103941253088499</id><published>2006-06-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:10:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH HEYHO! I'M BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to all taggers against my post beforehand, hey, i respect your opinion, so respect ours too kay? i didnt say paul's singing sucks. yes, he does have a decent singing voice, i just dont like the image he's portraying. &amp; in case you didnt notice, its a COPY AND PASTE item. dammit. i'm not the author. i'm just the supporter. ohwell. i love hatetaggers. they're exciting. they overreact too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I FUCKING MISSED KHAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post a looooong entry when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so syarif, i guess ur loving the controversy huh? heh heh. ape siak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul lovers = anti-incontrol/ij studio/subc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, amazing logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. this is fun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115103941253088499?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115103941253088499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115103941253088499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115103941253088499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115103941253088499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-heyho-im-back-to-all-taggers.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115072822514479840</id><published>2006-06-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:43:45.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tetekman strikes again! =D *middle fingers up in approval*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think Paul Twohill is cool?Do you think he will be our next Idol?Do you think he dresses well?Do you think his hair rocks?Do you think he's the best of all?All i can say is...F*CK OFF...What's with underground music gotta do withSingapore Idol? I tell you Brandon from No BetterThan You is SO MUCH MORE F*CKING HOT iswear to god he is.. That is IF you know the band..And hell yeah. Nice hair. Since when? Since MyChemical Romance and The Used get intoMTeeVee? And Green Day's launchingof "American Idiot" album?Oh pussy boy... Listen up.. Me,myself and someof our friends have just showed our support byraising our middle finger. JUST FOR YOU, OURLOVERBOY.Please don't destroy our scene. I bet you dont even listen to Underoath. And there you are singing "OH-SO-TRENDY" songs. What a cunt. BTW does hemosh?Ouh and girls especially. Stop talking about him already. I bet you're voting because of his hair.OUH EMO IS SOO TRENDY..Hey. If you guys and girls agree with me, jsut copy and paste it in your bulletin. I dun want the scene to go mainstream. EEWWW to mainstream."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115072822514479840?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115072822514479840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115072822514479840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115072822514479840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115072822514479840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/tetekman-strikes-again-d-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115072574187060079</id><published>2006-06-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:02:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy, i barely know you. but would you marry me?</title><content type='html'>wuhuhu! havent been properly bloggin for a long time. i'll start with fri nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite clas was fun. shairul &amp; aidil copied my paper. cos i was "fast"? whatever it was all nonsensical answers. during break khaii was the major target for this foodfight. seri &amp;amp; i being the "innocent bystanders". poor baby. den after nite class me khaii seth seri iya qiqi &amp; lihssie were getting high at the fitness corner. khaii &amp;amp; seth beat me at climbing up that pole. ok fine. my palms were sweaty! den i started "pole dancing" for khaii. hahaha. that was fun. den when goin home to the busstop i put on khaii's cap. piya saed i looked like The Hot Bastard. compliment or insult? so i started acting like some mat. jln sat2 &amp; whistling at ugly girls. fun ok! hahaha. no wonder seri alwayes play-acted manly. it was fun. ok den queenie &amp;amp; i boarded the bus all hot, sweaty &amp; breathless from laughing. skali! thge bus driver happened to be hot hot hot. dammit. hahahah. paiseh sia. my hair was flattened from the cap. quickly we tried to adjust ourselves &amp;amp; behave like ordinary sober people. fat hope. my voice was all raspy.it's been raspy all week due to IJ. damn. ohwell. if imma man, at least ima HOT man. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied. like fuck. had an emotional breakdown with khaii. stress, u see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with khaii, den seri. i'm feeling kinda sad. cos i'm going off to kuching tomorrow early morning at 4 or 5. i promised khaii to buy him a black hoodie. hey, its an investment worth it. cos i could share it. =)) i'm loving having a boyfriend of the same size. what is mine is his &amp; ours. =)) seri was miserable cos seth is away. she said she felt like waiting at the customs for him. if i were in her shoes i wouldnt. maybe i would if khaii was gone for lets say, a few months? den i'd go all the way just to meet him. but seeing that seri lives a walking distance from the checkpoint, i guess it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i just realised i have waaaay too many aspirations. i wanna be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a chemist ( i love chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;-a physician (ok seri! i was wrong. its not physicist. yeah, anyway, i love science.)&lt;br /&gt;-an interior designer (i love design)&lt;br /&gt;-a politician. specifically, a minister for education ( i wanna change the sucky system we have here)&lt;br /&gt;-a sociologist (hey, imma good listener &amp; advice-giver kaaay)&lt;br /&gt;-a lawyer (i love to act the way they act)&lt;br /&gt;-a writer (writing has always been my passion)&lt;br /&gt;-an industrial designer (like i said, i love design. i wanna be like philip starke &amp;amp; karim rashid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay. may not seem much but believe me, when you're in singapore &amp; the educational ruote is a long way, even achieving one of the above is tough. but hey, i'm not dumb enough to choose careers like "modeling" or "acting". cos i know i cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; iffah was funny just now. she was bitching about this guy who criticised bands like Me First and The Gimme gimmes and MXPX &amp;amp; such. he was a greenday/mcr/yellowcard fan. ok no comments. then he critisized another guy playing a guitar. so iffah told him to play for her if he'd thought he was that good. &amp; he played Wake me up  when september ends. which was fine, except iffah described it like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yg lagu green day tu ah..ape ah..err...i forgot the title. oh! yg na-na-na-na-na-na (in the wake me up when september ends tune"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin pathetic ok! hahhahaha. i laughed my ass off at her. den she paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115072574187060079?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115072574187060079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115072574187060079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115072574187060079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115072574187060079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-boy-i-barely-know-you-but-would-you.html' title='oh boy, i barely know you. but would you marry me?'/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-115026353203275005</id><published>2006-06-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:38:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like freakin pissed off lah. &amp; jus now i sat like 1 pathetic fucker at e canteen crying alone. wtf siak. watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt good lead &amp; travis richter &amp;amp; derek bloom &amp; sonny moore made me feel so much bttr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelutong is 1 hell of an annoying bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-115026353203275005?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/115026353203275005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=115026353203275005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115026353203275005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/115026353203275005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-like-freakin-pissed-off-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114999356422040488</id><published>2006-06-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:07:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, hello =)  god, can i gore like tasha. pretty please =D</title><content type='html'>its a bright and early morning. ok maybe not &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;early. but i woke up at 7 k! later i'm going off to punkrock vs metal. khaii &amp; i meetin syarif &amp;amp; godknowswhoelse at paya lebar. kinda weird w/o iffah around, i opine. but syarif &amp; khaii thinks otherwise. hmm. maybe i'm too used to having iffah &amp;amp; nisa there. oh well. MOSH! oh, anyone going there, jage2 eh..nnt kene rabe2..kene bantai..ahhh... ok fine lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to meet ikmal on e way hm. he'll be passin me e zoo york top =D yeay! *hugs to him &amp; dear nadzey* thanks for the (counting..) 1 month belated birthday present my sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 4TH MONTH TO KHAII &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest went to his house. hahaha. it was super fun. watched benchwarmers. i watched halfway. &amp; i prepared a meal for him! ok fine. it was 2 peanut butter sandwiches, but hey, its e thot that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; mum lets me stay til nite at e gig. but *curses and profanities* my dad doesnt *curses and profanities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;later today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iffah decided to come along. and hey for a gig tat'd lasted 4 hrs it was pretty good. ok about IJ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-its at paya lebar, therefore nearer than subc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fucking hot! what can you expect. only 1 fan switched on &amp; aircon wasnt working. *curses and profanities*&lt;br /&gt;-too cramped. &amp;amp; i seriusly thot subc was SMALL. now subc is appealing alot to me&lt;br /&gt;-stench of xtreme body odour &amp; sweat. kiwak. but can blame them ah. all of us were drenched in each other's sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiffa aziha's boyfriend's band ROCKED. seriusly. metal had never appealed much to me but they were so good, even i got lost in tasha's (pardon if i got her name wrong) goring. khaii says syed's cute. see ika? told u he is. &amp;amp; there was tis small boy wearing seri/seth jacket who was constantly pushed into the mosh pit due to his small frame. haha. oh n syarif in control was good too. hahahah. lemme replay tis scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif: *into mic* korang tgk singapore idol tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd: *shouts in agreement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif: sape2 di sini suke PAUL TWOHILL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd:*laughs &amp; sneers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif: ok ok. skrg sape2 yg &lt;em&gt;tak suke&lt;/em&gt; paul twohill angkat middle finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd: * shouts in approval &amp;amp; raises middle fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to all non-malay readers: syarif was askin who liked paul twohill, nobody saed yes. when he asked who hated paul twohill everyone raised their middle finger. yes we all hate paul twohill. matt gl wannabe. hmph. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iffah didnt join in much just now. too sweaty for her. but what did khaii &amp; i care. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; ika, there wasnt any matrep bantai2 rembat2 each other lah.. =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh. tsue is HOT! =DD. okay fine. nas bi nas bi. i like girls who gore. &amp; i like guys who scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, no gigs, not much towning for me. o levels baby, &amp;amp; i plan to SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; any other gigs at ij, i wont even bother with makeup. in the heat of that room, everything melted. &amp;amp; i gues i shud bring a towel. &amp; i wont bother with wax. 1, the heat will melt it. 2, my hair is so drenched in sweat i can do spikes easy. but i didnt ah. too typical emo 964hkhdfierf. tamp/pasir ris/simei/bedok &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a typical wanker district. apologies to those ot's ah. but true isnt it?argh, shall blog abt tat topic another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u, i'm sorry. forgive this sweet gorgeous gf of urs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114999356422040488?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114999356422040488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114999356422040488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114999356422040488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114999356422040488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-hello-god-can-i-gore-like-tasha.html' title='oh, hello =)  god, can i gore like tasha. pretty please =D'/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114960624856749176</id><published>2006-06-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:04:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;nisa wanted to kiss me just now. &amp; bite my lip. yes, wtf. layan kan je ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss was ok. me &amp; khaii had our "private time" at e back of e avt b4 it was occupied by other ppl. den we went mr prata with seri &amp; seth. funny. when dey werent ok, we were. when dey were, we werent. in the end all of us were ok =). they played taiti while i watched. not my fault k! lotsa ppl TRIED teaching me tat stupid game. but i just dont get it. eh no, not tat i dont get it. err, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tak minat ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kan ili? =D den bluff, khaii dengki cos i caught his bluff. so he kept basteding me. sheesh. hmph. razifs forced khaii to do err (how many ah?) 100 push-ups. spider kepe ah. he did 50plus &amp;amp; collapsed. alala kesiannye. den he sent me halfway to esso. &amp; we parted as if i was going overseas or sth. padehal i was only goin to e other side of singapore. woodlands. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mizah didnt wanna follow so i made my way to causeway pt on my own. i saw tat FUCKING HOT ex-ngee ann girl. sheesh. its a mixture of jealousy &amp; homosexuality running thru me =). cb. she was wearing tis very very short black skirt which on me, would look unflattering but it looked just fab on her. ok fine, i'll stop now. ok den causeway pt. as typical as it would be on e northern side, it was infested with mats. sheesh. so i hid out at POPULAR while waiting for iffah &amp;amp; nisa. eh safe pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dey (finally) came, nisa kept complimenting me. i tink she was seriously having some serious homo issues tat day (well, so did i *scrolls above*) "nas! u look prettier today!" err.. oookay. ok ah mebb cos for e ferst time in a while, i had actually bothered to dress up. my make up was carefully applied &amp; i put wax in my hair =). usually i'd jus slick on some eyeliner &amp;amp; go off. no khaii, i wasnt trying to impress those fricking mats or anitin like tat. i just felt like being pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us took neoprints. haha lame. as usual. neoprints was so abandoned since the arrival of adobe photoshop. but there's nothing wrong with reliving it rite? =D in one of it, nisa was trying to make tis turned on face. IT LOOKS HORRIBLE OK. hahahahha. anyone wanna see? feel free to approach me. i'll show it off with pride. &amp; she could still laugh at me &amp;amp; iffah's faces. hahahaha. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. umm. ok writer's block. damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES KHAII I MISS YOU. I LOVE U SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many stages of hell are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i'd go thru all of them just to be together with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114960624856749176?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114960624856749176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114960624856749176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114960624856749176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114960624856749176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/nisa-wanted-to-kiss-me-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114934063193860599</id><published>2006-06-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:17:11.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all to syarif:&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHAHA to msgs 1&amp;2. i noe who ur tokin abt. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-yeah my tagboard feels great doesnt it. lets all relish in it. ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;-yeah i'm goin to pr vs metal. so is khaii =) we staying out late ah!&lt;br /&gt;-yeah yeah we'll oogle at ur sexy butt in ur sexy boxers (tkmo marah khaii. nk layan kan je)&lt;br /&gt;-oh good u gt vaccination against bird flu &amp;amp; chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;-can i be in love with ur hamsters too? i dont like khaii's hamster. i'll try to kill them on the 10th when i come over to his hse =))) *shhh...dont tell khaii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul twohil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt good lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down if u have no fuckin idea who matt good lead is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling matt =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114934063193860599?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114934063193860599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114934063193860599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114934063193860599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114934063193860599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-to-syarif-hahahaha-to-msgs-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114922065802301302</id><published>2006-06-01T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:57:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm alone in the tech room typing with my fingers coated with woodfiller while my artefact is drying behind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her; i guess i've told u all i wanted to already. glad we're ok now =)) &lt;3333 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later im meeting iffah punlog for our hot &amp; steamy date. =D dont worie nisa, ur's will come soon. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest watched x-men. arrgh! it was e best of all 3 movies. heh heh. to all readin this, when u watch the movie stay behind after the credits for this exclusive momentous clip. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugh jackman is hot hot hot. damn. how could that jean grey ever choose cyclops over wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; today started off in total agony. CRAMPS. yes that time of the month with the puki-wrenching, stomach-clenching utter pain. ugh. khaii forced me to drink soya ben (it helps for cramps) &amp;amp; i shared it with ika &amp; swei. time of the month too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay im gettin a pink V3X! only prob is, my frens dont have 3G. so teh only people i can video conference with is my DAD, my BRO and my AUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teh only reason my mum wants to get me a 3g fone is so that she can take note of where i am, who i'm out with, etc etc. hurrah for privacy (i'm being sarcastic, duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really mind anyway, i usually tell her where i am &amp; all that anyway. &amp;amp; she knows abt khaii &amp; i. so who cares. V3X is sexy i tell u. touching my bro's blue one turns me on. basically, all sleek phones turn me on.yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cramps alert. imma find khaii. tata suckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114922065802301302?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114922065802301302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114922065802301302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114922065802301302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114922065802301302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-alone-in-tech-room-typing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114906370081055803</id><published>2006-05-31T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:57:49.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my hair cut at kimage just now. service was excellent =) &amp; my hairdresser was adorable. as in his attitude uh. &amp;amp; i came to a conclusion. &lt;strong&gt;no matter how much i chop off my hair it'll always look the same.&lt;/strong&gt; ohwell. it kinda looks like my Olivia Twist 'do i sported last y. only longer &amp; err. nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that friend. no, i'm not pissed at u. no, i dont hate u. i'm just sad. yesterday when i was feeling so sad and alone u just had to abandon me. for what? for a guy U DONT EVEN FUCKING HAVE FEELINGS FOR. just shows what a priority i am huh. &amp; even if you wanted to go out with him, u didnt have to make up shit about goin tuition. DO I LOOK DUMB. okay maybe i do. but i'm not dumb enough to fall for that.whatever ah. i'm just gonna act like nothing happened. i cant do anything can i? that's just u. no matter how much we (yes, we) hate certain things about you, there's nothing we can do. so much for a healthy friendship huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin with the friend den met up with priya. den met up with khaii. he lost his pizza hut virginity to me. HES SO ADORABLE OK. like so blur in pizza hut. he kept worrying that the waiter would charge the adult price. den he didnt even know where we were supposed to pay =) mmmm love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the public outburst yesterday ppl. was just, err. sad ah. whatever. shall (try) and forget about what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career guidance was shit. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT DESIGN COURSES. not about freakin infocomms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114906370081055803?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114906370081055803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114906370081055803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114906370081055803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114906370081055803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-my-hair-cut-at-kimage-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114839332834171002</id><published>2006-05-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:34:13.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>food for thought: &lt;strong&gt;what kind of school emphasizes on speaking good english when the GCE 'O' Level mother tongue papers are a mere week away &lt;/strong&gt;(thank you Pony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i proceed, i would like to say this; APOLOGIES FOR ME BEING SO MOODY &amp; SUCK THESE PAST FEW DAYS. stress ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a special sorry to khairulanwar ibrahim &lt;3333.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sweet boy. i lashed out my extreme bitchyness &amp; he'll double over a crack, but he still stayed strong. i dont know what i did to ever deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp; to priya darshini kannan, the msg u sent me. it sent my heart wrenching itself into a million pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my darling redhead so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i swear i didnt mean to ignore you *sigh* damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just proved myself a lousy friend &amp; a lousier girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my midyear results are definitely not worth displaying here. yep. its horrendous. no khaii, i'll not give up. i'll move on &amp; do better. yes i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;happy birthday to ili sakinah =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yeay shes 16! khaii &amp; i shared to buy her converse sneakers ( my darling boyfriend,,spending more on his fren's bday den his gf.. SHEESH. HEH NO AH. NO HARD FEELINGS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we bought her tis delish choc cake, there were still about a quarter of it left, so i took the whole entire piece &amp; mashed it on her face =)) after doing so i quickly hid behing seri &amp;amp; acted innocent. ili was so mad she took the pieces of e cake AND AIMED AT IKA. what a sight. ili was like "EH SIALLAH KORANG!" yet she just attacked solely ika. hahahahhahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i bought strawberry &amp; choc ice cream for her, meant for after school. but that gerl went straight hm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so khaii &amp; seth had an ice cream eating competition. since there were no untensils, they used their fingers =.=. yes seri, they're our bfs &amp;amp; we must love them nevertheless. khaii took e strawberry side &amp; seth took e choc side. darling lost. awww. better luck next time eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hannan is behind me &amp;amp; he keep pronouncing "hearts" as "hikes" and "butterflies" as "butter FRIESH", much to cha's annoyance. =)) adorable lil tyke he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114839332834171002?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114839332834171002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114839332834171002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114839332834171002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114839332834171002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/food-for-thought-what-kind-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114787051247041963</id><published>2006-05-17T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:56:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KIWAK &lt;strong&gt;NASRULEDY HAKIM &lt;em&gt;KENTAL SIAK&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;YES I KNOW "PASSERBY" IS YOU. hahahhahahahahha. ur so FUCKING PATHETIC. &amp; dont u dare deny it. u noe y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's PROOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="151" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/nasrulkental.jpg" width="579" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. kiwak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasrul kental&lt;br /&gt;nasrul kental&lt;br /&gt;nasrul kental&lt;br /&gt;nasrul kental&lt;br /&gt;nasrul kental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate je umur 17. immature siak. have i EVER insulted you recently? in fact, i told u nt to smoke. meaning i still care abt u in a weird way. yes. sheesh. ur not GONNA FUCKING CHANGE r u? watever ah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif is super lame(as usual). he msg me step nk kenal2 with his new no. &amp; i knew it was him right away.&lt;br /&gt;1.i dont give out my no, so e ppl who msg me must b my friend&lt;br /&gt;2.it sounds like him&lt;br /&gt;3.only syarif would b lame. (FIR eh syarif??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so jus nw went jurong east with khaii. it was fun. den after tat went my hse. yummeh. 1 thing is clear. the balcony "escape route";useless. cos ppl kept passin by. &amp;amp; if they were to see him crawl out, they'll think it was burglery or sth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fri kua ngan candies. cant wait =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114787051247041963?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114787051247041963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114787051247041963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114787051247041963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114787051247041963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiwak-nasruledy-hakim-kental-siak.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114776791401650347</id><published>2006-05-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:25:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to school crying today. don't ask why. long story. anyway everyone's forgiven. what can i say? nasuha's forgiving. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcq was suprisingly tricky. i had to check my paper 3 times and make amendments before i was confident. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school watched m.i.3 with lihssie iya qiqi &amp; khaii. e movie's fucking fun. qq had to leave halfway cos she was supposd to be home before her mum. e rest of us got high after e movie. going out with khaii when he's high, sometimes i just dunno whether to laugh at how lame he is or to cover my face in embarressment. more often than not i'll just stare at him with a stoned face. hahaha. i love him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, if you were to take a scene a year ago, me &amp; my bf going out with friends, its a huge contrast. if it were last yr nasrul would've pulled me to the side and talk to me without including the others in. resulting in them disliking him. khaii? he'll join in. oogling at boys &amp;amp; all. in fact, this'll be a typical scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;khaii: &lt;em&gt;*points* &lt;/em&gt;eh eh look! hot guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;us: &lt;em&gt;*crane our necks*&lt;/em&gt; where? oh that one? yeah! cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;khaii: hot kan hot kan? &lt;em&gt;*smiles excitedly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:err...khaii&lt;em&gt;..*giving him a stoned face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;khaii: whaaat...hot pe&lt;em&gt;..*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darling..what have i told you about drinking too mcuh soya bean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh &amp; lihssie is adorable. me, iya &amp; khaii were imitaing someone, den she was laughing and saying "eh you're so bad! &lt;em&gt;*pause*&lt;/em&gt; but funny ah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing. it's liek she added the 'funny' part so we wouldnt get hurt or sth. aww. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i give mi3 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata mofos. ok stop with the vulagarities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114776791401650347?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114776791401650347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114776791401650347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114776791401650347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114776791401650347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-school-crying-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114770652378744914</id><published>2006-05-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:33:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://epitaph.com/artists/artist/147"&gt;http://epitaph.com/artists/artist/147&lt;/a&gt; watch The Latest Plague. FFTL is FUCKING GREAT, awesome, the best. their songs are one of the best i've heard. so lets scrutinise their LOOKS now k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="564" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/SecretsDontMakeFriends.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ignore the guy on the extreme left. ex-bandmember i tink) this was taken around 2004. okay from Left to Right, first is my darling Travis Richter. i prefer his hair last time. he looked better. then there's Sonny Moore. hes cute, really. &amp; i think he was only 15 or 16 in this photo. wow. next, Derek Bloom. despite his tattoos, he's ever the pretty boy. argh. he makes almost every girl swoon. &amp;amp; even some guys (eg.my boyfriend). nxt up is Matt Good Lead. funny name rite? his voice turns me to mush but lookswise, during Dear Diary i wasnt attracted to him. he jus doesnt stand out uh. sorry matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="644" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Kicking_On_The_Curb1.jpg" width="844" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is a pic from their new album, Heroine. taken this year, i suppose. L to R again. Matt Good Lead. did i say i wasnt attracted to him? now i am. hes fucking hot! *melts* esp on the The Latest Plague vid. grr. okay then there's Travis Richter. he's scruffier and manlier &amp; he's still mine. yum. there's Sonny Moore, who doesnt look 16 anymore. the miracle of having facial hair. &amp;amp; there's Derek Bloom. still pretty boy, but with a nicer cut. ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114770652378744914?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114770652378744914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114770652378744914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114770652378744914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114770652378744914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/httpepitaph.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114770288291894430</id><published>2006-05-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:21:22.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the downside of impromptu insults is that more often than not, people will react before u can take it back. &amp; when people react, they stereotype. when they stereotype, they are indifferent to any improvements i make. take bernard for example, since my sec 2 year when i had detention almost everyday for this and that, he'd stamped a caption "trouble" on me. defiance, poor results, "short" skirts &amp;amp; other petty crimes alongside that, so what can u expect? but thats a story we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its about me "protecting"(depends on how you see it) ika at her blog. she complains about her family problems. i know basically what happens from her, but even i know i'm not in the position to tell her what to do and how to act. it's really up to her. there's only so much my advice can do to the way she thinks of her family. &amp; one of the 2 hatetaggers at her blog, u claim i'm a lousy friend coz i didnt advice her. well how the fuck do u noe that? i know better den to display whatever personal things i want to say to her on her blog, which is, no matter how personal she uses it, public after all. &amp;amp; when people read, like i've said, tehy will tend to stereotype. &amp; why should i let myself be exposed to such immature comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm on the topic of immaturity, look to the left where people insult my face. whaaa-? truthfully i cant care less. i heard that its usually people with low self-esteem that'll insult others to make them feel better. well, work hard on your esteem tehn. at least even if i'm a "budak pantat" with a "muke penyek" i have the best friends i can ever ask for (scroll down, baby) a great boyfriend, &amp; a fab family. they all love me unconditionally, so why should i care about your face. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; hey, at least i know i looks better than fergie&lt;/span&gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. i'm off. tata fuckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114770288291894430?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114770288291894430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114770288291894430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114770288291894430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114770288291894430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/downside-of-impromptu-insults-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114751029597442579</id><published>2006-05-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:51:35.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow finally i found a skin that isnt mainstream. well ika considers them mainstrem, but i wont til wonder wanker finds out abt saosin. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was fab. watched POSEIDON. i give it a million thumbs up. its thrilling, scary, funny &amp; touching all at once. FERGIE DIED! wuhuhu! i never liked her. yes i hate fergie from BEP. mostly cos i'm jealous of her hot bod uh. but who cares. her muke kinda pecah. i'm prettier. rite rite rite? (better agree with me, or else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/DSC00238.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/DSC00238.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see? im so beautiful&lt;/span&gt; =)) oh i just woke up summore. see? I AM BEAUTIFUL. hahahahhaah wuhuhu! ok i'm high. oh &amp;amp; if ur wondering howcoem e background is so messy, ask khaii. his room is chockful of stuff. he never throws anything away. =.= remember the phase we had during pri skl? e one when we were encouraged to save? yeah &amp; they gave us a coinbank rite? well khaii stil has it. wtf? its disturbing to open your eyes when waking up &amp;amp; see that stupid squirrel grinning at u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; dont assume uh. while i slept he was playing games at his hp. i swear! sheesh. anyway his brother was there wad. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. &amp;amp; for the sake of comparison, this is fergie. all made up somemore!(whereas i jus woke up. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/fergie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/fergie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u guys r staring at her (cup d?) boobs. fine fine. i admitted that her body was hot wad? i sedar diri ok. i noe my body aint sexy. but hey. i'm beautiful inside. wuhuhu. (&amp; i dont pee in my pants like miss BEP here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuf abt fergie &amp;amp;amp;amp; i. (&amp; saving squirrels too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. right now i'm hooked on Nightmare of You. it's bloody nice i tell u! really. here's e vid. (and you better watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 187px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1HctfS-H0M" width="273" height="187" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya. e vocalist is geeky. who cares? his voice is so..ahhh..mm. yummeh. &amp; geeky is cute ok! he reminds me of Adam Brody in the OC. mmm. i miss adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should stop. tata assholes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114751029597442579?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114751029597442579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114751029597442579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114751029597442579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114751029597442579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-finally-i-found-skin-that-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114740900872457515</id><published>2006-05-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:43:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting in front of e comp half naked like a man cos i cant find e bra i want to wear. FUCKETTY FUCK. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to mention something that's happened yest. me &amp; iya were sitting at e playground &amp;amp; talking, when we saw this cute lil girl, ard 7 or 8 yrs old. we thought, awww, shes so pretty.. den to our shock, she clibed up to the silde, whipped out a correction fluid &amp; started vandalising. i was disturbed. so i went to the slide &amp;amp; looked at what she wrote. it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if u want 2 sex, call ..."(&lt;/strong&gt;numbers lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...suck :)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she wrote on the see-saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"fuck"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg i was aghasted. how could an innocent looking 7 year old think up of such things? much less write in down at a public place? the worst part is. her vandalisms dont even make sense. "u want 2 sex" whaaaa-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, improve you english before putting ur work on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm disturbed is cos i wonder what she's been exposed to at home. i come from a family of well-mannered goodies &amp; i'm darn proud of it. in a way, i pity her. surely her parents are the one to be blamed? the saying goes "the apple doesnt fall far from the tree" after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i'm being pretty unreasonable, considering i usually use profanities like a husband but, SHES A FUCKING 7 YR OLD KID FOR GODS SAKE. i cant help making a big hoo-ha. she's part of the future working population in singapore &amp; i dont want to be supported by corrupted delinquents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm jus pissed. khaii wants to meet at 3. i have to be home by 6. my dad wont let me wear my hoodie cos he thinks i will strip (or get stripped). wtf? okay i'm taking back what i'd said abt being proud of my goody2 family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114740900872457515?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114740900872457515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114740900872457515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114740900872457515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114740900872457515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sitting-in-front-of-e-comp-half.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114734647785579691</id><published>2006-05-11T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:21:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 3 MONTHS TO US =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somehow it feels longer den 3 months. hmm. mm. i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid yrs suck, seriously. no comments on anything. i guess my standard of A1 science has seriously deterioriated. i doubt i cant even reach a B. cb. physics has too many formulas &amp; chem is just a bitch. i study them too hard til i constantly dream of random things like, Power = work/time and NaCl &amp;amp; other shit. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; piya dyed our hair today. err. some reddish color. =). nt that obvious lah. i'm schooling at Dunman Sec where the discipline is addicted to me, what can u xpect. &amp;amp; i'm still awaiting my repierce. YES SYARIF IM REPIERCING IT TOO. i'll probably ask adilah b4 school closes. i love that girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat in the playground and talked abt all sorts under the sun. 's been long since i've spent time with her &amp; e rest. i miss us =( ESPECIALLY YOU, IKMAL HISHARM &amp;amp; NADZERAH. BETTER MAKE IT SUMWHERE NXT WK. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml i'm going out with khaii to celebrate our 3rd month.. i cant wait. havent gone out in WAAAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love lihssie my mangkok/bowl/mengge! &lt;/strong&gt;seriously, shes so adorable. like super blur &amp; such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love ika my other half!&lt;/strong&gt;  i cant recall a single serious fight we had. y? cos we understand each other =) takes one bitch to know another rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love iya my redhead!&lt;/strong&gt; redheads are hot. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love sewi my ATM(Anti-Tetek Movement) partner! &lt;/strong&gt;talking to her, i'll never get bored. &amp; she understands my bf e best, so i want to thank u for being there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love qiqi my tit-lender! &lt;/strong&gt;i'll try to pay u back interest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love ili my 16-to-be darling!&lt;/strong&gt; i swear, she always laugh. &amp; ili, minahrep just doesnt suit u =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love prassie my neck kisser! &lt;/strong&gt;she's always been there for my and i'll (try to) be there for her =) &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love nadzey my confidant,bestie and so many other things!&lt;/strong&gt; take a break k? u deserve it =) &amp; dont let him hurt u too much. i'll always be there for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love ikmal my bigheaded bestie! &lt;/strong&gt;notice that he's my only guy bestie? cos he thinks, LOOKS and at times act like a female. seriusly. &amp; i hope ur head has deflated together with ur ego.BETTER MAKE IT WITH US ONE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my candies!(inclusive of syarif) &lt;/strong&gt;SERIOUSLY, never a dull moment with dem. they're lame (and funny) beyond description. love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; last but not least i love my darling khaii/anwar/bilson &lt;/strong&gt;with him, i dont have to pretend. he loves me for me. &amp;amp; i love him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies if i'd missed out on anyone. u noe i love u so. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114734647785579691?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114734647785579691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114734647785579691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114734647785579691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114734647785579691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-3-months-to-us-somehow-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114692072020624951</id><published>2006-05-06T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T06:05:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm drunk! no not on alcohol, stupid. drunk on err...studying? i studied frm 10-6.30 ok! with no breaks. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ika dont harp on my last entry lah. i'm not THAT petty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams &amp; squeals together with ika* &lt;strong&gt;we're going to jurong east this thurs!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri vesak day pe, no paper. AND we do deserve a break after our long hours of mugging. WHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make love with my boyfriend. can? pls pls pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok told ya i'm drunk. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114692072020624951?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114692072020624951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114692072020624951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114692072020624951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114692072020624951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-im-drunk-no-not-on-alcohol-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114691470018871980</id><published>2006-05-06T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T04:25:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stressed, fucked up, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can 2 people who claim they love me hurt me so bad?&lt;br /&gt;i mean her, i can't do anything. that's the way she is. she's just the girl who wants what people have.&lt;br /&gt;but him?&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114691470018871980?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114691470018871980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114691470018871980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114691470018871980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114691470018871980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-stressed-fucked-up-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114646434016926627</id><published>2006-04-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:20:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happy. i changed blogskin. err. its themed "bleeding mascara" by atreyu. mmm-hmm. before i go off to study, i want to advertise a fab video for my favourite tetekman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 176px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zk6GWgfDe_o" width="245" height="176" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biler mase kau jadi abg2 jiwang? 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114646434016926627?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114646434016926627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114646434016926627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114646434016926627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114646434016926627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114637145815066908</id><published>2006-04-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:30:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im not as stressed as yesterday. went to popular &amp; bought assesment books. err, its a compilation of past yr o lvl papers. i'm excited. i believe i'm gonna do well. =D i borrowed malay books. cool tau. its the book series "fingerprints" only in malay. considering i love the english fingerprints, i trust i'll like the malay one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFIKA ADILAH. after midyrs, help me in my malay ok? train me everyday if u have to. i'm &lt;em&gt;desperate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii &amp;amp; i are in a dilemma. poly or jc? we both agreed on singapore poly. i told him the only jc i'd apply for is meridian, cos its close &amp; i dun wanna travel too much in a JC uniform. he says its too far &amp;amp; he'll probably go for TPJC. hmm. the only reason i wanna go jc is cos its a 2-yr course &amp; i wanna get to uni asap. UNI = hostels = no parents = no curfews = &lt;s&gt;sex in bedrooms&lt;/s&gt; hahah tk uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis comin wk i'll be having dates with zul evriday. blaja poa. shh. dont tell khaii. heh heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now im gonna bathes n *squeals excitedly* study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114637145815066908?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114637145815066908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114637145815066908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114637145815066908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114637145815066908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-im-not-as-stressed-as-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114628113688257082</id><published>2006-04-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:25:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling agitated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only got a FUCKING b3 for my physics test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khfkherhihre&lt;br /&gt;elwhtrkthgkfrh&lt;br /&gt;kfgrkjgrhlerjherl&lt;br /&gt;hgfjkergtjerhjkg&lt;br /&gt;lgrjkrehklhtrf,&lt;br /&gt;rehlerhlghilhvf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those of you who think i'm being unreasonable go screw usrself.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;kewgifwtdguiscawbf&lt;br /&gt;fkjweghftoghweriof&lt;br /&gt;eflkdhfoiweytio&lt;br /&gt;ghlefnclzdfhowryo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry. i think i'm getting dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye A1s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to study. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114628113688257082?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114628113688257082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114628113688257082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114628113688257082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114628113688257082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-feeling-agitated-i-only-got-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114622969166273895</id><published>2006-04-28T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T06:08:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bernard talked to me on Monday. I ended up screaming at him &amp; he, still as stubborn as ever, refused to admit he's wrong. So he just sent me back to class. The most nonsensical thing he said "i know deep inside you, there's still the old Nasuha i knew in sec 1 and 2." i was staring at him thinking, WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. in sec 1 &amp; 2 i SWEAR i didnt ever so much to open a book to study, as a result, i got last in class. yes, last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i had stealing sprees everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i constantly skipped lessons, schools &amp; got beta for running out of school once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my attire was constantly being chided by the teachers. heard of a palm &amp; a half above the knee? yes that was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i stopped all those now ok. i can swear on that. so as you can infer from what i have said, bernard knew he was fighting a battle he's gonna lose, so he just spat shit for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to khaii's house on tuesday =). no no nothing happened (yeah right). halfway we heard the door open &amp; his bro returned. damn! so we jus acted innocent &amp;amp; pretended to study. hahaha. as if his brother could believe that. a sexy guy &amp; a hot girl in 1 room, what pure &amp;amp; innocent things could ever happen? heh heh. he told khaii not to close the room door. &amp; kept passin by to watch us =.=. in the end...... ok i shall not reveal anything. details are too yummy. on the way home saw nasrul. haha i jus realised he jln sat2. wtf? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday nothing much. mock test was surprisingly easy. gave ika answers while sum &amp; lee were being gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday didnt come to skl cos i overslept. skali i found out ika didnt come either cos she overslept as well. haha. couldnt be bothered to go to the doctor so i jus stayed at honme &amp; studied. YEAY I LOVE POA! wuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today went out with mum after skl. yeay i got an ebase cape hoodie &amp; a white hoodie! wuhuhu! okay im happy. ate pizza hut. fuckin full. den met khaii for awhile. poor guy was sick. (i stayed with him in class durin recess ah! yes im such a sweet gf) but he got better somewhere during talking crap with sewi &amp;amp; lt. =) thanks gerls =D. hes so sweet. sent me hm cos e aussino bag was too heavy. &amp; he was sick at tat tym. aww. he melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah dah bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114622969166273895?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114622969166273895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114622969166273895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114622969166273895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114622969166273895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/bernard-talked-to-me-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114580045469750841</id><published>2006-04-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:47:00.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to apologise for the previous entry. I was having major mood swings. *shrugs* Farhana, you're not that bad. Sorry, it's just your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Khaii followed me to the TPJC open house yesterday. Yes! JC! Sorry Ikmal dear, I doubt I'll aim for TP. I'd probably try out for Meridian and just proceed to SP if I fail. Your school doesn't appeal much to me. Yeah. Nice seeing you AND our family there. Damn, whenever I see your mother I had to put my jacket on. Yeah, our mothers are fond of talking about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time spent with Khaii was great. Isn't there the phrase "make up sex is the best sex"? well, since we have yet to go to that level, let's just let it be "make up dates are the best dates". I'm really sorry Syg(ok i sound so frigid, trying to talk in perfect eng. fuck). I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Iri(khairi) too for consoling me. It was really sweet of you, calling me up in the middle of the night although you were asleep when i messaged you. Furthermore, I have been the lousiest friend I could ever be to you. Sorry and thanks =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaii's parents have gone to Vietnam.. So what does that mean? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Nas for the platform 6 award. We all know how much you "jiwa" hippyhoppo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and i studied for 9 hours straight =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Khaii&lt;/em&gt;. More than I have ever loved any guy before. =)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="319" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Wet.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="357" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/T2.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="356" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Vicious.jpg" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="361" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Upskirt.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="209" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/tworoads.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with guys half-naked darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="359" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Smileinyoursleep.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="326" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Shestheblade.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her eyes too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="363" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Reflect.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow me! streeeetccchh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="376" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Oral.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY bad at candids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="377" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Neck.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="321" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Iseeyou.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stand side by side with our knuckles enlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="326" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Iknowyouknow.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay gay gay gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="305" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Id0ntknow.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh..seri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/fraud.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fraud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="306" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/BrodyKisses.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syg brody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="278" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Bed2.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the river of crimson begins to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="381" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Beautiful.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/ahhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="301" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/Adistantmemory.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating gummy sweets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114580045469750841?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114580045469750841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114580045469750841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114580045469750841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114580045469750841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/firstly-i-would-like-to-apologise-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y265/ahyul/Us/th_Wet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114563292368138675</id><published>2006-04-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:32:43.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear fucking blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARHANA(i noe alot of farhanas so tkmo nk terase eh) IS A STEEWWPID STEWPID BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; *in a Jayla tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i took a vow to blog in prefect english. o lvl ah. ok start NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS THE CAUSE OF KHAIRULANWAR IBRAHIM AND I FIGHTING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOYFRIEND IS FREAKING PROTECTIVE OF HER. NOT AS IF THEY HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON. (Believe me, they won't. I'm so much better and i know it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's really my choice as to whether i should like her or not. Frankly, i don't really hate her. I jus &lt;em&gt;dislike&lt;/em&gt; her. Is that so wrong? I apologised about causing the tiff between she and her boyfriend and she &lt;strong&gt;blatantly&lt;/strong&gt; ignored me. What the fuck? Oh, and i &lt;u&gt;dislike&lt;/u&gt;(i have to emphasize, otherwise khairulanwar would get angry) her because I personally think she's a wanker. I don't like them as a whole. So? I mean, come on, you can't expect me to be some saint like shiffa shahira etc (sorry i had to use your names. PMS) and love everyone in this world. Yes I'm different from your other exes(with the exception of Ika &amp;amp; Sewi. &lt;333333).i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be better. I stopped ordering, I asked for your approval to pierce. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? Maybe you deserve better than me. If you really feel that way, go on. go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;Nur Nasuha the Freaking bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114563292368138675?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114563292368138675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114563292368138675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114563292368138675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114563292368138675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-fucking-blog-farhanai-noe-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114528700867450245</id><published>2006-04-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:16:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/nassie%20me%20n%20ain%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/nassie%20me%20n%20ain%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're the proud mothers of Ain's new look.=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY DARLING KHAII IS SO...(come on seri/ika, help me here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas:&lt;/strong&gt; *points at a chinese funeral* u noe that tym melyssa saw that &amp; she was sying excitedly "EH PASAR MALAM!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas &amp;amp; khaii:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*fits of laughter*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas:&lt;/strong&gt; den ah, priya confident, go say "wad, pasar malam, MALAY WEDDING LAH!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas &amp; khaii:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*fits of laughter*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii:&lt;/strong&gt; speaking of malay weddings &amp;amp; pasar malams. yesterday i went to the wedding there was a pasar malam beside it!! &lt;em&gt;*giggles uncontrollably*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u get the funny joke? neither did i. but i laughed my ass off anyway, COS HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS FUNNY. damn. hahhaa. his expression was so cute, i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114528700867450245?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114528700867450245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114528700867450245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114528700867450245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114528700867450245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-proud-mothers-of-ains-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114524868500272402</id><published>2006-04-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:38:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/86242409_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/86242409_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE KAN. arrgh! the color of violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/91335017_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/91335017_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is soooo. argh. indescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/87132433_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/87132433_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFING CUTE! u noe wad? i'm starting to think their gay. its their band's webpg but it only shoes the 2 of dem. hmm. probably cos travis &amp;amp; derek r the best looking. wuhuhu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114524868500272402?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114524868500272402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114524868500272402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114524868500272402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114524868500272402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/nice-kan.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114524779937087742</id><published>2006-04-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:23:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/176116402_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/176116402_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/203756486_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/203756486_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/91335158_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/91335158_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;travis;travis;travis&amp;derek. ARGGH! e travis &amp;amp; derek pic made me &amp; yanping squeal in e middle of d&amp;amp;t arggh! im having major goosebumps. orgasms. arrrgh!!!! SO FUCKING BLOODY CUTE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114524779937087742?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114524779937087742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114524779937087742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114524779937087742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114524779937087742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/travistravistravist-arggh-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114502525271277624</id><published>2006-04-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T07:34:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bernard is a fucked up bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he picked on me(as usual, only worse) yesterday. why? COS I BOUGHT FOOD. the whole FUCKING class bought it &amp; he only saw nur nasuha! STYLE EH BERNARD. &amp;amp; bcos of the food he interrogated me there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b: i think we need to monitor you closely from now on. *blablabla*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n: (loudly) WHAT? JUS BCOS I BOUGHT &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b: (shouts. cos dah paiseh) TAKE UR BAG AND GO TO THE ATRIUM NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame rite? &amp; he detained be there for the rest of the fuckin skl day. told me to write a letter. so i told him to stop pissing me &amp;amp; my friends off unreasonably. so, he, being the EGOISTIC DICKHEAD he is, couldnt accept it &amp; walk away with tai between his legs. he screamed to my face at the atrium (siallah my face kene basuh sial). blablabla, said i wasnt to go to sports day since he pisses me off. eventually i did go to the stadium, where he screamed into my face to get out. i tried to b strong but i cant. i feel so weak nowadays. ever since my birthday..ok shall not talk about it. and me being emotionally unstable, i sat outside the stadium &amp;amp; cried. yes i noe, pathetic. whatever. yap is so nice. he consoled me almost the whole time i was there, and so was peterson. pson was saying he thinks im a gd student cos i do well for his lessons, all that shit, but mr bernard the motherfucker didnt know that. its etched in his freakin head that im a dumb useless piece of crap. maybe i am, so? i'm a piece of crap who deserve respect too. i'm not ur mistress you can vent out ur frustrations on. ok i noe tak kene mengene. but who cares. so i sat there. den razif ramli came, complaining abt bernard too. den erni &amp; tis guy came, askin abt me. she was err...nice? maybe its fake, cos we all noe she doesnt like my frens. =) but who cares. i needed support. khaii came, piya &amp;amp; queenie came, but left cos yap told dem to go in. &amp; yap my favourite beer belly persuaded bernard to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were standing like this;(plan view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/sports%20daaaay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/sports%20daaaay.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah den bernard was THREATENING me but i was adamant on not lookin or listening to him. i pretended he wasnt there. i only answered when yap or p-son spoke. &amp; that really pissed bernard off. frm what i've said so far, you should realise i love making bernard all agitated &amp;amp; fucked up. yes, im a bitch. so in the end yap darling let me in. &amp; i was still crying. UNSTABLE LAH. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mrs neo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came to console me. haha! unfortunately she didnt understand what i was talkin cos 1. she's getting hard of hearing, 2.my speech was slurred. so in the end lihssie came to pick me up &amp;amp; i sat with khaii &amp; his frens &amp;amp; my darlings e whole time. bernard kept loitering around, like delibrately, to find something wrong that i was doing. uber lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den during the innovators cheerleading, i told seth to take away khaii's glasses. why? cos i dont want him to oogle at lenny darling &amp; adillah's body. yes, i'm bloody inferior to them, i'm aware of that =). &amp;amp; i took his glasses again during explorers cheerleading cos julieh (or watever her name is) was swinging her boobies ard. =(. fine, nas petty ah. haiz. im feeling so ugly. my eyes r too big,juling,not matching, my nose is crooked, my lips r ugly, my teeth are..bluerrk!, my body too skinny, boobs too small, ugly ass..need i say more? ohwell, a pic speaks a hundred words rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/look%20familiar%20huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/look%20familiar%20huh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there? i'm an ugly piggy. wuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today went out with khaii. =) ferst went to city hall, den fareast(fried mars bar!!) den heeren. y walk frm one place to another? cos we were on the search for my pink&amp;bluegreen pony bag i wanted. unfortunatedly all places were sold out. =((( so in the end bought a puma bag! =) its nice. =))) i love u khaii darling. i cant get enuf of him i tell u. i must cuddle/kiss him at least once a minute when im with him. he's my life support system. yes, i'm against euthanasia(mainly cos im scared to die). i love you. dont ignore me. pls gimme a call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching movie with ain tml. KAKAK2 UMUR 16 PEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114502525271277624?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114502525271277624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114502525271277624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114502525271277624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114502525271277624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/bernard-is-fucked-up-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114483401193681130</id><published>2006-04-12T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:26:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="191" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/CIMG0516.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH I THOUGHT IT WAS ME TOO.no, it's not. its my nisa candy! wuhuhu. &amp; that uber hot boy is hakim. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay yeay! i pierced my lip again! hopefully this time it stays. heh heh. wuhuhu. outings on fri &amp;amp; sat. I WANNA GO E INDIE FEST NYER FLEA MARKET. &lt;em&gt;i need clothes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114483401193681130?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114483401193681130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114483401193681130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114483401193681130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114483401193681130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/yah-i-thought-it-was-me-too.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114475946068869911</id><published>2006-04-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:13:22.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to ME! (oh &amp; darling twin JB of cos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;special thanks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ika;ili;lamaq;priya;qiqi;lihssie - dress, tank tops, message tube, cake , wishes, hugs, kisses, messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;poovan - cake, message, hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pras - teddybear, cookies, hugs&amp;necks, touchingletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;limin;jc;yanping - white tube top, wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;iya - movie tick ++ above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;seri;khaii - pony bag, hugs, messages, wishes, kisses(khaii=D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ikmal;nadz - wishes, OUTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;adilah - lip piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ali - wishes, fake eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nisa;iffah;syarif - ?, OUTING, wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;twinjb;seth;rezza;natt;aisyah;lt;adeline;jeryuan;roy;namirah;murphy;lenny;jinjing;maurisher;zul;silversurfer;azuary;imran;nameless emokids - wishes, messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nas - ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the &lt;strong&gt;fucking sweetest&lt;/strong&gt; 16 ever! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i woke up at 4am with an effing huge smile plastered on my face &amp; started working on khaii's monthliversary gift(our monthliversary is on 11th of every month. yes i planned it that way so he has to get me 2 presents! heh heh..) =D. its a mini storybook i made, all about us. ok den i practically skipped &amp;amp; sang to myself all the way to the busstop (eh, nobody ard waaad..) &amp; i even smiled at e annoying coral minahrep in the bus. its a happy happy day. ok nas belo. BUT WHO CARES. ITS MY BIRTHDAY! reached skl early. after assembly when i got presents frm ika i opened it right away. EXCITED OK. &amp;amp; kassim was like chiding me for being impatient. WHO CARES. ITS MY BIRTHDAY. den during eng, yew asked whether me &amp; jb sharing b'day was good or bad. jb answered confidently, "yaah. one handsome boy, one pretty girl" heh heh. den during recess lihssie told ika to spend time with in e toilet cos dey were planning sth for me. when i came down, there was a lighted birthday cake, a huge helium balloon &amp;amp; a loooong message tube. hahaha. SO &lt;em&gt;THAT'S&lt;/em&gt; WAD THEY WERE PLANNING YESTERDAY. they sang 2 loud bday songs. one for me, one for jb. then EAT. e cake was delish, thanks very much =DDD. den after skl went to buy pizza to eat at rooftop. abg's frens were..shy? haha. when went rooftop, was greeted with a wonderful surprise. iya had laid out the words "WE LOVE YOU" using dove amecellis. FUCKIN SWEET OK. &amp; dey handed me a box of guylian chocolates. ARRGH! CHOCOLATE OVERLOAD! mm. i liiiike. =)). okay so ili ika khaii lihssie iya &amp;amp; i sat there eating pizza n talking shit of all sorts. wuhuhu! den went dwn &amp; terserempak with iri =). who else would be bopping around with an uber big grin on his face? haha. den khaii &amp; lihssie parted so me &amp;amp; ika walked ard. got myself a hair ribbon &amp; fake eyelashes. yes ali, ur still gonna buy me another one. i'm addicted ok. =))). &amp; i was like an idiot carrying e huge balloon &amp;amp; e tube. when i climbed e steps of e bus, my ballon tersangkut. siallah. malu. 2 emokids were behind me lffin &amp; sayin "happy berfdae!" haha. sheesh. paiseh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh got hm &amp; my father ended up yellin at me. not cos i came hm late or anitin, bt cos im 16 &amp; i dont behave maturely. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WHO CARES ITS MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh &amp; happy monthliversary syg =) &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[PICTURES SHALL BE POSTED UP AS SOON AS I FIND MY USB CORD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114475946068869911?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114475946068869911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114475946068869911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114475946068869911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114475946068869911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-to-me-oh-e-tube.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114455820329182166</id><published>2006-04-08T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:50:03.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my birthday is 2 days away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i'm not as enthusiastic about my birthday. why? cos i usually persuade ppl to get me EARLY birthday presents (fine, my patience is low ok). so when my birthday comes, there isnt much hype to it. however..this yr, im proud to say NOBODY GOT ME PRESENTS YET! wuhuhu! okay mebb xcept for mak uda &amp; e jeans frm bangkok, but watever. IMPROVEMENT OK! &amp;amp; i still havent decided where to eat with the gfs &amp; bf(?). um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swensens&lt;/strong&gt; - too mahal lah..we're not HO's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pizza hut&lt;/strong&gt; - ate there last yr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sakae sushi&lt;/strong&gt; - price is OK but ika doesnt like japanese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret recipe&lt;/strong&gt; - seri says it muak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fish &amp; co&lt;/strong&gt; - like i saed, we aint ho's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seoul garden&lt;/strong&gt; - i'm okay with this one, but the rest says its too smelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic wok&lt;/strong&gt; - i know its pretty budget, but hey, it tastes great. plus point is that its cheap so we can eat LOADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sakura&lt;/strong&gt; - magic wok service better. i cant forget the minahreps at the far east nyer tempat. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hajjah maimunah&lt;/strong&gt; - i laffed my ugly ass off typing this. WTF?? eh but food nice ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minah&lt;/strong&gt; - since i'm on the topic of food places along arab street. wait, is hjh maimunah even at arab street? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. i dont know wheeeere. oh &amp; i'm downloading r&amp;amp;bs. why? er, i dono. just realised i havent listened to r&amp;b for too long. wuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrghh. surat kiriman rasmi! i hate rotetek. rot in hell bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114455820329182166?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114455820329182166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114455820329182166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114455820329182166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114455820329182166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday-is-2-days-away-usually-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114441924932993141</id><published>2006-04-07T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:14:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i hate changes. i really do. *sigh* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no i'm not talking about relationship changes. in that area, i'm pretty glad it changed. i'm depressed about the change in friends. primarily, about the three of us. ape? him &amp; his 2 angels eh? or was it mayor &amp;amp; e two powerpuffs? okay anyway, we were pretty tight. me, nadz, ik. when i had problems i'd call or msg either in a whim &amp; we'd crap &amp;amp; shit to forget it all. but now? i hardly acknowledge nadz with more than a smile at skl, let alone pour out my soul. &amp; ik, dont even talk about it. the last time i've exchanged a proper conversation with him was that day on the bus when we coincidentally met. other times, we'd just chat on msn, if you can even call one/two-word-replies chatting. *sigh. it was bad enough last yr, when nasrul disallowed me to communicate with him cos they hated each others gut. when i broke up with nasrul, i thot(hope, more like) 3 of us would be what we were during sec 2. but i gues, everything does have to change. they say i've changed. i say they've changed. blablabla. we're gonna go out next sat, 15 april for my sweet 16. yes. you guys better make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; then there're my gfs. with the arrival of the ho, everything spun out of proportion. ok watever. shall not go on abt her. long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so today watched tristan &amp; isolde. fucking sad &amp;amp; sweet story. tristan is effing hot. isolde..i guess shes just gd lookin cos shes blonde &amp; has a nice bod lah.. yeah i'm a green-eyed bitch. dont ask me how the whole story went. didnt pay attention bcos... =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then had speech day. me &amp; poo kept making fun of bernard. then, after the concert &amp;amp; shit, went down to eat teh buffet, which was supposd to be only for the guests &amp; prize-winners. being the unshamed-face person i am, i went ahead &amp;amp; took the food anyway. EH FREE OK! when bernard saw, he stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (pass plate to iya) nah..ur food [cos iya was a prize winner]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bernard&lt;/strong&gt;: so, mr bernard is a fool? [at the word "fool" his saliva landed on my bottom lip. EWW! i wiped it away exaggeratedly. body language, darling bernard, i find you revolting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: *shakes head, trying not to laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bernard&lt;/strong&gt;: i thought you've changed. but i see you've gone back to you old ways.[accidentally spits on me again. this time, on my cheek]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: *thinking: EH! I JUST TOOK FOOD! IS HE SCOLDING ME FOR BEING GREEDY? I TAKE FOOD PON DAH KIREKAN BAD ATTITUDE??* [wipes cheek exaggeratedly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bernard&lt;/strong&gt;: *stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: *stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bernard&lt;/strong&gt;: i love you nur nasuha, i've loved you all my life. all this while i've been picking on you, cos i yearn to have you naked with me on my bed. come with me, nur nasuha. for you are the love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bedek. he just said "you may go now." heh heh. u fell for it. kan kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of falling for it. this is what i've done to ppl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (insert name)! *rubs cheek/nose while staring pointedly at the person*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; most people would go&lt;/strong&gt;: huh? *rubs cheek/nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. the point of the joke is to make people paiseh. like. make them think tehy had something on their faces. although the typical respond would be the one above, there are certain special cases..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii&lt;/strong&gt;: *rubs BOTH hands on face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seri&lt;/strong&gt;: wads ur problem? (smart girl..she noes the trick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ariffin&lt;/strong&gt;: huh..? wad..? knape..? (blur!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poovan&lt;/strong&gt;: *screams* rubs face (kiwak..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nigel&lt;/strong&gt;: *rubs eye* (hahahhahah! coordination problem eh??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julie&lt;/strong&gt;: *rubs cheeks &amp; asks around about her face continuously for like, a minute?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the, there was an imitator. a horrible one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faliq&lt;/strong&gt;: *points at a boy's nose* WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhaah. lame sial! mesti ah lame. nas yg start. ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114441924932993141?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114441924932993141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114441924932993141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114441924932993141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114441924932993141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114424044162075322</id><published>2006-04-05T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T05:34:01.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;he bought me a ring! =DDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so effing sweet lah. actually i gues it e other time. here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii&lt;/strong&gt;: u, where to buy couple ring at tamp ah? my abg want ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas&lt;/strong&gt;: (thinking, "takkan abg dier tk tau kan..?") oh..at cs ade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii&lt;/strong&gt;: how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas&lt;/strong&gt;: ard 30plus ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii&lt;/strong&gt;: where's e place? mus can engrave nye tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas&lt;/strong&gt;: (suspicious) beside aries. n yes, couple ring of cos can engrave kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii&lt;/strong&gt;: oo okay. my brother ah. he's bugging me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas&lt;/strong&gt;: (layankan je lah) ooo.ookay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have to say, guys are pretty dumb. we girls can read between the lines you know..=). but nvm. it was fuckin sweet. &amp; he tried to hide it from me just now. &amp;amp; we ended up wrestling over that ring, which he eventually gave me. heh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUHUHU MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 6 DAYS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUHUHU MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 6 DAYS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUHUHU MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 6 DAYS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUHUHU MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 6 DAYS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUHUHU MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 6 DAYS TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in case you assholes cant count, it is on&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;april 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =DD. for my birthday list, please scroll down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EH CAN ANYONE RECOMMEND ME A PLACE TO EAT? MUST BE BUDGETED UNDER $20 &amp; MUST B HALAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhuhu! i'm xcited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyay just now after skl had poa rem.; time seem to pass by so fast (of cos, with zulmepek teaching) ok den went to &lt;s&gt;order&lt;/s&gt; SHOP! den when to rooftop where it rained dicks &amp; pussies. hahaha. &amp;amp; STOP IT WITH THE THUNDER HAND WAVE OR WATEVER IT IS LAAH! khaii &amp; queenie were hilarious togeder. damn. i think i grew packs laffin my ass off. they were doing screamo voices at each other or sth. tekak tak sakit ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i'm bloody motivated to study malay now. i've been doing all my work so rohayah can say anything. HAHAHA. it feels so great. i want to do well for june o's so i dont have to see her fucked up pecah face for the rest of the year. wuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114424044162075322?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114424044162075322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114424044162075322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114424044162075322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114424044162075322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-bought-me-ring-ddddd-its-so-effing.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114395156167246469</id><published>2006-04-01T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:19:21.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love anal sex and i'll be you're slut for free. drop me a message please. i am always horny so come and satisfy me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it were't so degrading &amp; talking about me, i'd say its pretty cute. cos it sorta rhymes &amp;amp; kinda creative. ok why dont i change it to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love khaii &amp; i'll be his love for free, drop me a message if you please, i won't layan cos he already satisfies me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhuhu. anyway someone went into my profile &amp; put that. WTF? from my brokeback mountain entry, havent i made it clear i am very much against anal sex? haiyo. &amp;amp; i'm not ALWAYS horny lah. only at times, but doesnt that apply to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so ali made me make a list of suspects;&lt;br /&gt;-my ex-boyfriend(dont ask me why. maybe he still has a grudge?..)&lt;br /&gt;-his girlfriend(not nasrul lah. err.a guyfren. cos i insulted her =D)&lt;br /&gt;-amy ho(cos i noe shes always pissed at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats weird is that none of them know my passwd. nobody knows except for khaii. &amp; why would he do that. its callin his own gf a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah i dont really care. i changed my paswd anyhows. i just think it's really immature for someone to put that. i am not slutty. unless in your opinion wearing a bikini or going out with guys or kissing my own bf is slutty, yes then i am slutty. and if those are your opinions, u must really suck. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; happy aprils fools to lenny, seri, ali, shaiful &amp;amp; ika. &amp; thanks alot syed &amp;amp; shaiful for makin me paiseh. =X damit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah. gonna bathe &amp; siap &amp;amp; meet my love. TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114395156167246469?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114395156167246469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114395156167246469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114395156167246469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114395156167246469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-anal-sex-and-ill-be-youre-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114388133944109769</id><published>2006-04-01T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:48:59.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay listen up! &lt;u&gt;my birthday is 10 days away, so this is the list.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1; pony/billabong bowling bag =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2; band tees for girls. i want armor for sleep cos e name is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3; faded &amp; torn jeans &amp;amp; skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4; black tulip skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5; dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6; cds &amp; merch from: FFTL(heroine),armor for sleep, angels and airwaves, saves the day, funeral for a friend, hit the lights, underoath, silverstein, a change of pace, a thorn for every heart, saosin, circa survive, maksim mrvica =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7; mrs fields hampers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8; fried mars bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9; new mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10; pony shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11; perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12; pink panther merch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13; pride &amp; prejudice dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14; GOOD &lt;em&gt;not cheap &lt;/em&gt;liquid liner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15; GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not cheap&lt;/em&gt; pantyhose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16; veet wax strips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17; hair dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18; bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19; new mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20; vintage tees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done. wuhuhu! i cant wait! effing love khaii. we made up &amp; i love him more than ever now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114388133944109769?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114388133944109769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114388133944109769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114388133944109769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114388133944109769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-listen-up-my-birthday-is-10-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114379560792230835</id><published>2006-03-31T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:00:07.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i cant deny the fact that im fucking disappointed to you. in fact i cant stop my tears frm gushing rite now. yes i'm kental, overprotective, unreasonable for not letting u *****. whatever. i'm so hurt rite noe cos i love u too much. when u succumb to peer pressure &amp; temptation so easily, it just lets me down. &amp;amp; furthermore, u could still turn e tables &amp; threaten to leave me. i feel like dying. just how much do i mean to u? i noe i'm not the perfect girlfren, but i try to keep my promises to u. i didnt order when i went out just now, i try to cut down on chatting with guy frens, all for u. yet..i dunno. i feel like someone took a mallet and smashed my heart into fucking smithereens. i'm probable not gonna talk to u in a while..i cant stand this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ah..no mood nk pegi nite class. i dont wanna see him. it'll break me even more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114379560792230835?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114379560792230835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114379560792230835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114379560792230835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114379560792230835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-him-i-cant-deny-fact-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114372394833981662</id><published>2006-03-30T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:05:48.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;me &amp; ika ran 2.4km just now &amp;amp; got our timing as 13.48&lt;/strong&gt;min&lt;strong&gt; woohoo. whats our secret? heh heh. shant tell. sucker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay skl was okay. same thing over &amp; over. time passes by so fast =(. i'm gonna miss dunman. ok fine after skl went to eat at subway. dont worry i took e turkey sandwich. heh heh. den bought mizah a present. tml her bday =). den met khaii. wuhuhu (like tigger!). went brokeback(secret..shhh) ferst den went to e airport to meet ifif punlog, nisa monalisa, syarif tetekman, kak dira &amp;amp; her fren. ifif &amp; kak dira go bangkok ah. NO FAIR! crapping at bk was fun. dey kept makin fun of me! saying i was tempted to take syarif's burger, cos i kept eyeing it. lame. den ifif told dem a looooong ago embarressing story &lt;em&gt;*blushes* &lt;/em&gt;den ifif kene paiseh balek by kak dira. wuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n nisa took pix. den we saw these uniformed guys who smile2 at us. =). so we walked behind them to e basement. NO WE WERENT STALKING DEM. WE GOING NTUC LAH! hahaha. apparently they tot we were stalkin dem too. &amp; one of em said sth. but we jus buat bodoh. ala i attached y shud i care. kan kan kan? im commited k. me &amp;amp; iffah kept "layaning" nisa. wheheheheh. fun ah. poor monalisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i hate rotetek. seri is rite. shes just so hateable these days (esp when HE saed he'd liek to screw her). shes constantly picking on me. REALLY! eh i passed my malay ok! b4 ok! if last time she pick on me tu, mebb cos my results suck. bt wats her reason now? cos im taller? cos im younger? cos my muke proportionate? cos..err..alah dunno ah. eeee. geram. watever. die bitch die. u die u go to hell. HAHAHAHA. blom taubat kan? blom taubat abeh nk ckp2 tentang agame. watever la eh. u stop wearing miniskirts &amp;amp; tank tops den u start talkin abt religion OKAYY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, im pms-ing. my period came. waaaaay too early. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e bright side. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my b'day is 12 days away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114372394833981662?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114372394833981662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114372394833981662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114372394833981662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114372394833981662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-tank-tops-den-u-start-talkin-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114364429658772980</id><published>2006-03-29T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T06:58:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/travis%20cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/travis%20cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/travis%20ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/travis%20ugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before                      after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been broken my travis richter. he used to be so BLOODY HOT in his old hair. &amp; now? a severus snape wannabe =(. ohwell. his screams still do gimme yummy goosebumps =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today was a weird day. my darling kept crying. no, not khaii. another darling. i'm scared. &lt;strong&gt;if ur reading this, i love u!&lt;/strong&gt; oh &amp; khaii was singing "tetekman..i love tetekman" or sth. WTF? when i told syarif he was like "i love u too speckyruff- ruff" errr... &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; syarif YOU R NOT GONNA RE-ENACT BROKEBACK WITH KHAII. I DISALLOW IT&lt;/em&gt;. i dont want him to turn even more gay. omfg. hahaha. padehal im bi. i wanna give lenny her ferst kiss =). ok im high. cos i havnt take out my contacts. ehhh. dry eyes make u high ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after skl went khaii's hse &amp; watched brokeback. i fell aleep halfway &amp;amp; u noe wad woke me up? his snores. hahahhaa. funny. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nnt dah kawin how? lots of cleepless nites ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; chehh nas pikir panjang. cheehh nas berbahasa melayu. ok stop.argghh i love him to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114364429658772980?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114364429658772980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114364429658772980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114364429658772980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114364429658772980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/before-after-my-heart-has-been-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114356291865385842</id><published>2006-03-28T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:21:58.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrgh. i'm sad. travis richter is so ugly now. =( his new hair makes him look like severus snape =((((. DAH AH. I'M GONNA STEAL DEREK BLOOM AWAY FRM KHAII. takmo marah eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. tml i'm gonna watch brokeback mountain. at khaii's hse with him =) heh heh. sape nk ikot? HAHAH CANNOTT! ok lame. wee hours makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really99999x worried for priya darshini kannan. she has anaemia n was sent to e hospital today. no, she wasnt warded or anything. but it really gave me a shock. i didnt know anaemia could be that serius. i love that girl. pls god dont put her thru all this pain =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh den me queenie &amp; lihyuan planned to go her hse for a visit. skali last min she had to go her nenek hse. so we went to tm rooftop. mm i love tat place. me n queenie got sick. m&amp;amp;ms &amp; standing spinners make a baaaaaaad combination. &lt;strong&gt;i love qiqi &amp;amp; alamak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den went to meet khaii. who was with sewi &amp; seth. &lt;em&gt;mansionette eh? =)&lt;/em&gt; heh heh. we jus hung out under e blk &amp;amp; played stupid games. like scissors paper stone slap &amp; kereta racing. FUN OK! hahaha. in e end we were choking fits of laughters with e back of our palms red. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; we got got kissing thrice. pda is an evil thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah i'm off. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114356291865385842?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114356291865385842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114356291865385842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114356291865385842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114356291865385842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/arrgh.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114337056241932096</id><published>2006-03-26T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:56:02.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brokeback Mountain is BEAUTIFUL &lt;strong&gt;BEAUTIFUL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/em&gt;! OMFG. i cried to the ending of e story. whats cool about the movie is that, communication relies more on the actors acting &amp; facial expressions rather than dialogue. i guess i has to be like that cos its 2 guys in a relationship. u noe wad i mean. in a normal bgr (*mebb except for me &amp;amp; seri's. heh heh. e guys talk aa much/more than us. HAHA), e guy would would mumble2 while e girl would chat non-stop. but in a gay relationship..yep u guess it. both parties mumble2. its cute really! &amp; jack twist is e loveydovey one while ennis del mar is e one that pushes jack away. awww. ok i shall not reveal e ending, esp after the reaction i got from seri when i told her what happened in e end. but seriusly, i find homosexuality okay. i mean, yes, e screwing-the-ass thing is revolting, but isnt it disgusting as a whole? why must it be when guys screw each other's bottom ppl wince, but when a guy screws e gerl's arse, ppl when turned on. in the end, isnt it the same? a penis penetrating a shithole. yes. wheee. im feeling so gay-movement-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i slpt e whole day. n i just bathed jus now. heh heh. i went out of e toilet &amp; i was so excited. cos suddenly my vision was clear! i thot it was a spiderman thing come to life. u noe. e spider bit him, then his vision became perfect. den skali when i put on all my clothes i realised that i had my contacts on. damnnnn. my heart went BOOM. so much for spiderlady.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah. i wanna do my compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114337056241932096?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114337056241932096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114337056241932096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114337056241932096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114337056241932096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/brokeback-mountain-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114329368707449711</id><published>2006-03-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:36:51.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my darling banged his chin &amp; his mouth was dripping blood all over the floor. i got so scared i was crying. e blood flow wouldnt stop. it practically filled every fucking cavern of his mouth. i held him in my arms not knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was pissed at khaii cos while all that happened, he was like laughing and not caring =(. &lt;strong&gt;for all of you who thought i was talking abt khaii here's a big HAHA in your face.&lt;/strong&gt; i love hannan so much. i dont think i'd ever forgive myself if he was seriusly hurt. but he's okay now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest parents meeting session was funny. neo's lecture is as boring as it gets. no surprise there. but like seri say, its pretty funny to see evrione with mummy and daddy. hahaha. mr zul &amp;amp; my mum walked ard e skl like datin. 0.0 WTF? ok den go class. take report slip. horrible lah as usual. my eng &amp; sci missed a2 by a pathetic mark. cb. whatever. so me n ika left our mums alone to bitch abt us while we wandered ard e skl. i saw khaii's parents. siallah. i literally ROFL &amp;amp; LMAO. seriusly. er. no comments ah. seri's daddy is so HOT! seriusly cute. &amp; he smiled at me! =))))) yummy pak haji. ok shit. ferst mr tan, now rahim. my taste is rapidly deterioriating. shit. hahaa. &amp;amp; to contradict. i love khaii, who is younger den me. =xx. ok shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114329368707449711?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114329368707449711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114329368707449711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114329368707449711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114329368707449711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-darling-banged-his-chin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114319646833069133</id><published>2006-03-24T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:34:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;introducing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the matrep/minahrep clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nur nasuha - nana chiqa chanel&lt;br /&gt;rafika adilah - baybe feeqa valentino&lt;br /&gt;ili sakinah - lily vuitton&lt;br /&gt;aisyah haron - syasya bomb (pronounciation: boam, like roam like that. yes)&lt;br /&gt;priya darshini - pwincez nini&lt;br /&gt;seri hidayani - adeq yani gucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairulanwar - yul toyol&lt;br /&gt;muhd seth - syed seth sat sat&lt;br /&gt;razif kassim - boi sachok/boi cun/boy comel/boy jin&lt;br /&gt;muhd asyraf - acap berg&lt;br /&gt;anbalagan - raven romeo&lt;br /&gt;razif ramli - boboi (no diff je..heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started on that fateful night, when i had that stupid swollen eye (ALL GONE NOW! =DDD) &amp; called ika. more details on e earlier entry. ok fine i noe i noe lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does a mr tan face* hahahah a sure way to turn a guy off. a painless way, that is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah dah. eh i planned for my bdae aredi. 11/04, e actual day, going out with ika ili aisyah priya seri queenie lihyuan pras ainul natt =)) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(anyone else who wants to come tell me ok! its an open invitation)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;we're going to swensens. budget is not more than 20 per peron. yep. umm. den friday, 14/04, go with khaii, not sure do what. spending time with him is enough for me =D. ok den sat, go with ifif punlog &amp; nisa monalisa &amp;amp; syarif tetekman(?). if hes comin den so will khaii darling. wheeee. sweet 16 waaad. mus be semangat ah! planning ur own bday is much bttr den having ppl plan for u. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im loving armor for sleep =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114319646833069133?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114319646833069133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114319646833069133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114319646833069133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114319646833069133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114303300190977147</id><published>2006-03-22T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:10:01.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what is wrong with guys these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok first there's ali (yes e guy who called ME slenge). he wanted to write me a testimonial at friendster. and so he claimed he did. but when i checked, it wasnt there. so he pondered. and then &lt;em&gt;*PING!&lt;/em&gt; guess what he did? he wrote a testi for another girl, but about me. HAHAAHA. baik ah ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then there's my darling bf khaii. this is an extract from sewi's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;khaii was so high he and seth pretended to be power rangers. like.. WTF! i was laughing my ass off and my stomach cramped like hell! AHH! and a whole load of crap. you mix crap (khaii) and crap (seth) together, what do you get? stone afistz laughing coldly and me! laughing my ARSE off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then, after we ate our chicken rice, i poured my coke lime into the soup and put in what was left of my chilli. and khaii excitedly took the bowl and said he wanted to taste it. -______- so i dared him la! i dared him a bbt. and guess what, HE BLOODY DRANK THE WHOLE BOWL. like WTF KHAII! seth and i were constipated with laughter sials! and afistz? hahahhahahaaa. ok, nvm. SHIT MAN! i cant believe khaii really drank it.. ewwww..... so i did buy him a bbt in the end.. -.- and guess what? khaii and seth got excited over the toy vehicle. you know.. you put in 20c and the cheapo machine will rock, complete with music. -______- seth put in 20c and khaii rode on it. OMFGGGG!!! super duper uber lame! oh, and khaii's ass got stuck on that thing. BWAHAHAHAA! stupid! he was extra high la that boy.. stupid pig.&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;ohwell. i still love him. uh-huh. =) hes e bestestestestestestestestestestestest ever. even if ur a stupid pig, ur my favorite stupid pig. heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about boys. yest i didnt go skl cos i woke up at 12mn &amp; screamed when i saw my refelction. why? MY LEFT EYE WAS BLOODY SWOLLEN. so i cry2 here cry2 there. den i call ika &amp;amp; we chatted til 2plus. yep i love her. we were making up stupid minahrep profiles. heh heh. wanna see? complete with hancur-english-nak-step-bombastic &amp; all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;halu. mi name iz nana. i luv mi Khai baby syg veri much. life will b boring without his everlasting luv. i also syg mi sistaz, Fifi &amp; Yaya. in mi free tyme i lepak2 under void deck &amp;amp; gi town. i lyke tapered pantz but i hate bell-bottoms to de core! if u all say i kerek or what ever, tatz ur problem. dont jugde mi by da cover ok! i can be veri nice or very bad if i dont lyke u. i can also be veri iritating at timez! LOLL!!! but im juz miself &amp; lyke me or dun if u want. also, i hate matz &amp;amp; minahz. &amp; im grateful for allah swt for evriting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame lah. bt we're bored ok! haha. e part where she claims she hates mats &amp; minahs like bonus ah. hahhaa. i shall think up of a typical ahlian profile nxt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114303300190977147?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114303300190977147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114303300190977147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114303300190977147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114303300190977147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-wrong-with-guys-these-days-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114275446844706119</id><published>2006-03-18T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:47:48.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ok razali, fine, nas is slenge ok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was fun =). went out with razali hafis &amp; farhan. ferst i dragged dem to far east. ate fried mars bar! ahhh..HEAVEN. ok den &lt;s&gt;looked&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;searched like fuck&lt;/em&gt; for e hairdresser i wanted to go. ali was sayin dunno wad, go Pointers or sth. so i told him if wecouldnt find e one i wanted to go we'd go pointers. &amp;amp; den mother of all coincidences, e hairdresser i wanted was Pointers after all. =). heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now i have an &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;incredibly short&lt;/em&gt; haircut to match khaii darling's &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;incredibly short&lt;/em&gt; haircut. =D. yes i'm sucha a gd bf *sweeping bow* thank you..thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den we headed to lido and flipped e coin to watch either Dorm of Big momma's house 2. kinda dumb actually, cos all of us wanted to watch dorm, despite e coin pointing at BMH2.it was ard 3 and e movie started at 4plus, so we had tons of time to kill. we went to That CD Store. boring ah, no gd cds altho e decorating is nice. so den went to borders. where ali was makin fun of me for being a bookworm i was. heh heh (i still am ok! just more discreet lah) &lt;em&gt;"tkpe ah nas..cd takde, buku kan ade"&lt;/em&gt;  grrr. e gd thing abt e cd collection as borders is that it allows u to listen to any cd u want. jus like flash it there or sth. so at ferst i cudnt hear e song. so i bent down &amp; put my ears at e speakers lah. DEN DEY LAUGH AT ME U NOE. so mean!correct wad, if u cant hear, put ur ears at e speakers ah. kan kan kan? ok fine. slenge slenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e Dorm is merepek. dont watch it. at ferst there were some pretty gd thrills. but after that it turned into some crappy sappy gay movie, where e boy ghost and a boy fell in love. dey didnt lah. but seems like it. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; ali is sweet ok. he offered to walk me hm. which i declined ah. ppl wil talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. if i'm slenge he's a himbo. NANNY MCPHEE. ingt tk? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speakin of gays. khaii told me that he is one. &amp; i'm ashamed to admit tat i did blieve him. yes. =). hey it was a convincing act ok! furthermore...ok ok i shall not say it. den later he told me tat it was a lie. asshole. i got so scared. it was one thing to ACT gay, but entirely another to BE one. dont get me wrong, i'm open to homosexuals, really. oh come on, arent we all gay at some point. rite? oh i &lt;3 khaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no pix since didnt take any yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:quality time on fri nite was great. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114275446844706119?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114275446844706119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114275446844706119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114275446844706119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114275446844706119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-razali-fine-nas-is-slenge-ok-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114251451067292616</id><published>2006-03-16T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:55:20.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was 100% fun, no amy ho included =). oh &amp; i would like to quote something she said "nasuha's birthday? who said we're celebrating? no no no i'm not gonna plan it. you (referring to priya) plan it" firstly, THERE'S NO WE. if there was a WE, she wouldnt be pissed at u right now. yes, my dear friend is pissed at u too. she's not dumb &amp;amp; ignorant. she knows ur a goddamn bitch &amp; she doesnt like it as much as we do. u noe wad? dont be surprised if we dun tok to u frm now on. noe y? theres fuckin nth to tok abt. evri fucking word that comes out from my mouth, you have sth negative to say. ala fuck it lah. party pooper. u were never part of US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ANYWAY. today was great. sentosa trip. me, priya, rev, ili, ika &amp;amp; aisyah. okay ferst met up with ika ili &amp; aisyah at pasir ris mrt. aisyah's boyfriend called us pompan jual badan. knnbutocb. eh eh. &lt;strong&gt;even if i'm selling my body, no way in hell am i gonna sell it to u&lt;/strong&gt;. noe y? cos ur a &lt;em&gt;fucking ugly bastard&lt;/em&gt;. yes u dont deserve my fren =)). oh &amp;amp; khaii darling said &lt;u&gt;"ur so priceless even ur own boyfriend cant have ur body"&lt;/u&gt; he's sucha sweetie... &lt;3 href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/P3160073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/P3160073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incredibleika&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;atomicaisyah&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;interestingili&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;radioactiverevathi&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;nuclearnas&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;powerfulpriya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to round up my perfect day, a little girl on e train said im pretty =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay love my lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuclear nas is off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114251451067292616?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114251451067292616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114251451067292616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114251451067292616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114251451067292616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-100-fun-no-amy-ho-included.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114217471326643303</id><published>2006-03-12T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T06:45:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer: if you really really really hate me, pls do not scroll down any further &amp; just fuck off. okay? u happy i happy =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="356" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010065.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="314" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010066.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="350" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010070.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="358" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010071.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="338" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010072.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tis pic i look like ika. =xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="369" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010082.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to bend down -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="601" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010085.jpg" width="619" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lookalike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="329" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010087.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="340" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010088.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="359" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010090.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="379" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010089.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netted again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="259" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010092.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa-daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="649" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010093.jpg" width="736" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010096.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e bass guitar fell on me. &amp; our faces look like kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="372" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010097.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="343" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010099.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="354" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010100.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another ika photo -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="274" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010102.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"amcm? cute tk kite?" tk ah. sume muke FIERCE AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="311" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010103.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lagik fierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="297" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010104.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="588" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010105.jpg" width="670" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love creepy statues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="704" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010106.jpg" width="889" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kicked his balls. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="575" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010107.jpg" width="752" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iffah's sweating profusely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="586" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010108.jpg" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh lepas mosh rambot rabak ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="285" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010109.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif muke mepek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="328" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010110.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="604" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010111.jpg" width="569" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="378" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010112.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 429px" height="439" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P1010113.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final shot. &amp; an ugly one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114217471326643303?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114217471326643303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114217471326643303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114217471326643303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114217471326643303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/disclaimer-if-you-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114216585136057757</id><published>2006-03-12T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:22:21.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want to mosh some more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;punkrock returns 3 was fun, while it lasted. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferst met up with iffah syarif nisa &amp; syed at lavender, cos iffah had to go buy things for her ncc spec course. syed baek seh. he bought tissues from e old aunty. good small boy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif is &lt;s&gt;merepek&lt;/s&gt; HUMOUROUS as usual. he was being all gay (oh thank god khaii didnt come. i bet u a mil bux he would join in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e gig started late, so me nisa &amp;amp; iffah killed time by going ard raffles city mall. FINALLY I KNOW HOW TO GO SUBC AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whiel waiting for e first band to set up, they were playing punkrock over e speakers. den suddenly someone announced "ahh..ni lagu punkrock betol" &amp; wad song was it?... don't phunk with my heart. wooh. punkrock abes. &amp;amp; when everyone finished laughing, DE IFFAH STARTED LAUGHING COS SHE REALISED IT WAS A JOKE. -.- god, save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den when it all finally started. woooh! mosh mosh mosh! e ferst round, iffah was being squashed by ahmad when he jumped into e crowd (&amp; landed rite on her) hahahaha. funny. then then then, there was tis really violent part where i landed right in a heap of guys &amp;amp; couldnt get up. syarif &amp; dunno who helped me up. iffah is lucky. i think it's real handy to have a &lt;s&gt;big sized&lt;/s&gt; boyfriend in a mosh pit. cos after that i took cover behind him til things mellowed. den ah, i terlanggar tis guy. den he smiled at me. kiwaak. nisa is rite. muke mcm khaii. =)). only he wasnt wearing glasses &amp;amp; he had nicer hair (sorry darling, cos e guy isnt skling anymore, u noe)den bile iffah &amp; nisa nak balek den iffah's fren came. u noe wad? alot of ppl have seri/seth nyer green marshall jacket or sth. hahaha. speakin of seri, when nisa &amp;amp; iffah went off, was supposed to meet her &amp; den proceed back to e gig. den tat girl couldnt come =(( &lt;strong&gt;(be warned, super sewii; i shall kill u nxt time. possibly during e sentosa trip on thurs.)&lt;/strong&gt; since i didnt want to go all e way to subc by myself, i went hm lah. so sad. i want to mosh more! &amp; i wanted to see syarif's band &amp;amp; syadie's band perform. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a long, lonely walk home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad cos he doesnt seem to want to layan me&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed cos he layans her sehendak hati&lt;br /&gt;i'm grumpy cos i wanna mosh more&lt;br /&gt;alah senang2 ckp i'm really hating myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuclear nas flies solo into the sunset listening to emo &amp;amp; crying her heart out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114216585136057757?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114216585136057757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114216585136057757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114216585136057757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114216585136057757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-mosh-some-more-punkrock.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114208330955415503</id><published>2006-03-11T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:21:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teeth whiter. kan kan kan? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks like a girl. rite? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nassie nga emo ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i love tis one. my act cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a habit of putting my leg on others. so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with lenny &amp; nisa =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by s'pore river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;style ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/11-03-06_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i smile with teeth ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so in e morn went to ika's ferst. its handy having friends nearby. =) she called me a villain cos i attempted to take a kental pic of her in pri skl. cute waaad.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met khaii in e mrt. oooo he was wearin a kemeje. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pssst: i dream of strippin guys when they wear kemeje/suits/uniform. mmmm&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay den we went to esplanade, bought cookies frm my favourite aunty, Mrs Field's. mmmm heaven sia. den we went to e rooftop. "up on e rooftops listening to punkrock" took a literal side. a band was performing dwnstairs. one of e guys look familiar. hmm. okay den walk2 ard n watched another performance. tis time jazz. style ah. i love e way e gerl plays e piano. byk feeling ah. den terjumpe ain &amp; hidayah. haha ain told me to go cathay cos got tis sale or sth. my ears perked up. so i dragged khaii there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reach there. TAKDE PON. (ain later told khaii it was &lt;strong&gt;beside&lt;/strong&gt; cathay. kcb ahh..)so we jus walk2 ard. den met lenny &amp; nisa. we ate burger king den me n khaii took neoprints. aww. style ah. mcm comic strip. hahaha. =DD nth else to do so we proceeded bck hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e mrt, we saw tis lesbian couple. den i tried PDA-ing with khaii. he refused. sad =(. haha no lah. &lt;u&gt;i can tahan.&lt;/u&gt; den i took my own sweet time walkin hm thru e park. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy 1st month to us &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114208330955415503?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114208330955415503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114208330955415503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114208330955415503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114208330955415503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-teeth-whiter.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114199599162420700</id><published>2006-03-10T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:06:31.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK AH. my holiday's schedule pretty hectic &amp; u noe wad had to come up?&lt;br /&gt;A FUCKED UP TEMBEL IN MY EYE. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;wanna c? heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/09-03-06_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there can see rite? left eye mcm swollen. CHEEBYE. n stop commenting on wad we do ah. pls lah. comment oso jus TELL ME LAH. dun need to bitch to my bestie &amp;amp; xpecting him to go along. sigh. what has happend to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. 3 of us used to b ever so close. times gd or bad, we're always there for each other. ( well mebb there was a drift btwn me n him during e nasrul era lah. wad do u xpect. they hate each others guts. i think) okay den suddenly BOOM. rumours circulated here and there &amp; i dont wanna believe it. i dont wanna believe that she could be so..hypocriting, bitchy, back-stabbing. no, mayeb not to me, but my closest friends. how could u comment on them that way when i SWEAR MY LIFE on e fact that they've never spoken a single harsh word about any of u. yes, i agree that we(not only them, me n sewi too) have our flaws &amp;amp; we do seem, outrageous &amp; bitchy at times. but when it comes to friends, we know our limits. *sigh. dunno ahh. i just miss e times we conference til e wee hrs of e morning, talkin nth bt pure crap, e tyms where he'd be in dilemma about so-and-so girl, u'd b talking about ledearship stress &amp;amp; shit, &amp; i'd be (trying) to sing emo songs cos i was still hung up on nas. jus thinking abt all those gd times make me wanna cry. oh &amp;amp; now ur pretending that nth happened. watever la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll just play along..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enuff. now for e gd news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got highest in class for SS. 11/15 ahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e best part? i didnt even study. i hate humans &amp; since it was e same day as math, i studied math instead. cheehh. ale2 nas da pandai ahh. =))) cmon man. let me relish in e honor of being clever. not an evriday thing, u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay den yest was bored cos p'son was out. so we had 2 periods free. wad did we do? watch.&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken by Lamaq Shabbir Khairullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/09-03-06_1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah my face look bored. wad u xpect? no feeling lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/09-03-06_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i noe looks like 2 of e same ppl. but its me n ika. haha. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah den i aredi lesbian-y in class. wad was my retribution? after skl my boyfriend went into faggot mode. dammit. hahahahah. MALU SIAAA. he go n strip flashing his ass or sth. den all e guys pounced on him doing things til he couldnt zip his pants in e end. hahahahahaa. YES AKU MALU. ala wtf. gays r hot. lucky he's nt goin to punkrock returns. sheesh. if he does. i bet u. he's gonna go all faggot-y with tetekman &amp;amp; friends. 0.o of cos i wanted him to come lah. but there's a gd side in him nt comin, so mite as well look at it kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so then went to play pool with him again today. i'm addicted i tell u. final score was, 6-3. i won. of cos. =DD. bt it was all close matches ah. luck was jus on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/10-03-06_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to look at his face. kekek sia. "concentratin" ah tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/10-03-06_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah i noe lah. i ugly. but wtf. i ugly2 pon org nk jugak. kan? =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114199599162420700?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114199599162420700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114199599162420700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114199599162420700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114199599162420700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114172723268689990</id><published>2006-03-07T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:59:35.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;nasrul: i won't even bother discussing things with you. it's just a matter of me expressing my opinions. &amp; anyway, i meant it as a joke. stop being so petty lah. people now i'm joking so why make a big fuss?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest played pool with khaii darlin. haha final score? 2-2. dammit lah. (he won tyco nye laaah) mmm. i love pool. once i play its hard to stop. oh &amp;amp; i think khaii won cos he copied my "stick thru e hole" method. COPYCAT. I PUSH U OFF E BUILDING DEN U NOE. okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today stayed back &amp; wad did we do? me khaii sewii &amp;amp; seth baring at e mats at e back of 4e. hahahaha. lame sia. me n khaii were trying to act out FFTL. hahahaha. he wants to scream like Travis. mmm. den we went bbl tea shop with hafiz &amp; zul where there was tis small kid being GAY. seriously. he kept poking &amp;amp; hitting all e guys. den when zul tol him to hit me he didnt. n when i tol him to hit sewi, he didnt. either he's just being a gentleman, or he just isnt attracted to girls. heh heh heh. zul was callin e boy me n khaii's son. lame siaaa. cant b wad. baby tun tun still inside my tummy. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay! i planned wad to do on sat. mmm. just hope it works. den it'd be e bestestestestestet 1st mth EVER! =)). den sunday gt punkrock returns 3. yes more money needed. damn i wish i'm rich. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/lawaseh.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i like this one ah. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/lookfamiliarhuh.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we're so bitchy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="158" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/nextofkin.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy who's heart i'll never break &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="117" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/orgy.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orgy in 4e! lame. asyraf was e cameraman tis time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="350" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P2180028.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tak layan eh. hmph. hahaha &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="172" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/shhh.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e camera moved lah. tats y his face like tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="187" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/whisper.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/sewisgeek.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewii's geek, sexyseth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="374" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/P2180033.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i oso like tis pic ah. mcm kakak2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114172723268689990?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114172723268689990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114172723268689990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114172723268689990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114172723268689990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/nasrul-i-wont-even-bother-discussing.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114156408791256891</id><published>2006-03-05T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T05:11:52.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"you noe wad, i am potassium &amp; you're sodium," says Khaii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why?", asks Nassie in confusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"`cos potassium is a K and sodium is an Na," Khaii grins, utterly proud of his discovery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone tickle my hand, please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's khaii's reactivity series;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;orn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;tars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;ake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;z&lt;/strong&gt;ombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;ock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;tupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes its lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wk, dad's london friend came with his family. just now, dad's fren frm India came with his family. &amp; OMFG (no offence to all my indian frens lah) my house smelled like India. seriusly. dey had that traditional indian scent on dem or sth. but they're fuckin hot i tell u. jealous sia. think their Hindi lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you're good at nothing except science," says Nassie vehemently when Khaii made fun of her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"that's mean. take it back. take it back," Khaii cried out in protest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"make me!" Nassie shot back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no kisses.." Khaii said slowly and delibrately, shaking a finger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay lame, but tml english paper waaaad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh wait another one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"eh our first month why don't you treat the movie, since i'm paying for the lunch?" Nassie suggested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"do you think i have a lot of money? if i'm paying for the movie, how am i supposed to buy the pony bag?" khaii answered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"eh? since when are you gonna buy me the pony bag?" Nassie questioned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---silence---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*palms forehead* "oh shit. you're not supposed to know."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah he's the love and the laughter of my life. *sigh* what am i to do without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i have powerful priya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/nastravis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; travis darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/04-03-06_1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. smile with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114156408791256891?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114156408791256891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114156408791256891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114156408791256891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114156408791256891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-noe-wad-i-am-potassium-travis.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114149472862217938</id><published>2006-03-04T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:52:08.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm being unreasonable &amp;amp; bitchy but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;there're insecurities polluting me.&lt;br /&gt;ala fuck lah.&lt;br /&gt;i need beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114149472862217938?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114149472862217938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114149472862217938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114149472862217938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114149472862217938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-being-unreasonable-bitchy-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114148131170081530</id><published>2006-03-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T06:08:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tammy sucks. literally &amp; fugiratively.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriusly girls out there, if your boyfridns watch her vids, u've nothing to worry about. y? yeah shes pretty &amp;amp; all, but her body is very..manly. yes. as in flat everywhere. &amp; im not talking about minus b's, i'm talking about serius minus a's there. sheesh. &amp;amp; e whole thing was boring. really. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, like i said, went to khaii's house. studied for awhile(really, we did!) den sewi seth &amp; hafiz came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;so we did group sex, hafiz being our cameraman&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay watever. den study3, den hungry so went to banquet to eat. chicken chop was yummeh. kiwak my tummy big sia. babytuntun getting bigger huh. yeah den sewi &amp;amp; seth were doing this phone sex show. when sewi phone had orgasm it lit up in multi-color. style ah. hahahaha. den proceeded back to khaii's house &amp; hafiz had to leave cos he had other businesses to attend to. den we watched &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; music videos. but we did study, here and there. den khaii send me hm while e other 2 went god-knows where. spent quality time with him. reach hm 8plus. wheeee. eh i wanna go e gig on 12 march ah. SYARIF BUY FOR ME TIX. yes thank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of buying for me things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lenny! khaii gonna buy me pony bag! aww. he's too sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note to khaii: i'm pissed cos u kept flirting with her. sheesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dah. love u all. love u khaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114148131170081530?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114148131170081530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114148131170081530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114148131170081530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114148131170081530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/tammy-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114144961722607911</id><published>2006-03-03T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:20:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. okay! i'm at khaii's house now. hmm. i'm having writer's block ah. okay tata!&lt;br /&gt;i shall try post up note to self nyr video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114144961722607911?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114144961722607911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114144961722607911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114144961722607911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114144961722607911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114144949121616606</id><published>2006-03-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:18:11.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my beautiful lenny nastasya tol me to do tis =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing ten years ago?&lt;br /&gt;when i was 6, i had a boyfriend named syazni. i would go to his house &amp; play stupid games with him. i remember he was so sweaty. eewwwww. den when we play choochoo train &amp;amp; i had to hold his shoulders i remember i felt so disgusted. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs Which You Now All The Lyrics Right Off Your Head Now&lt;br /&gt;next of kin - a thorn for every heart&lt;br /&gt;smile in your sleep- silverstein&lt;br /&gt;note to self - from first to last&lt;br /&gt;i'm content with losing - underoath&lt;br /&gt;gone so young - amber pacific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Would Do If You Were A Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;buy a pony bag that's so much bttr than bighead's.&lt;br /&gt;go all over e world WITHOUT my family.&lt;br /&gt;blanja khaii to a nice restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;plastic surgery everywhere&lt;br /&gt;kill BIGHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;Nail-Biting.&lt;br /&gt;hating ppl for no gd reason =)&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;being a green eyed monster&lt;br /&gt;rolling my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Like Doing&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;dates &amp; all the fun things that comes along with it *winks&lt;br /&gt;listening to music&lt;br /&gt;getting high =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Will Never Wear, Buy Or Get New Again?&lt;br /&gt;NASRULEDY HAKIM (no offence. wheee)&lt;br /&gt;useless clothes that'll tear&lt;br /&gt;lousy mp3s&lt;br /&gt;topshop boxers 3 sizes too small&lt;br /&gt;a ps2 i never played with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favourite Toys/Things&lt;br /&gt;tuntun&lt;br /&gt;carebear&lt;br /&gt;malibu barbie&lt;br /&gt;handphone&lt;br /&gt;mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're NEXT&lt;br /&gt;-khaii (bcos u wanted to do it)&lt;br /&gt;-syarif the tetekman&lt;br /&gt;-ikaaaa (since u have ur internet now)&lt;br /&gt;-sewii&lt;br /&gt;-LALA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114144949121616606?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114144949121616606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114144949121616606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114144949121616606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114144949121616606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-beautiful-lenny-nastasya-tol-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114130315459370050</id><published>2006-03-02T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:45:09.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"what's all this hype over emo emopunk punkrock? zaman ape seh. versatile laaaah.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's that message aimed at? Matiin (name spelled P-O-S-E-R) aka PeacePunk(put a hand on ur head as a mohawk &amp; do a peace sign).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE INFO, PLEASE PROCEED TO IKA'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay d&amp;t boring sia. since i'm moving ahead, can take some time and relax kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having designer's block ah. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love phillip starck. i love mrbilson. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114130315459370050?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114130315459370050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114130315459370050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114130315459370050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114130315459370050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-all-this-hype-over-emo-emopunk.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114113197357558319</id><published>2006-02-28T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:06:13.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fuckin hate Aidil Abdullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)he's a fucking pervert with no life&lt;br /&gt;2)he thinks he's all that&lt;br /&gt;3)just dont like his face lah (y cannot ah?)&lt;br /&gt;4)he makes stupid assumptions that will in turn hurt others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info on no.4, pls proceed to khaii's blog. if u dunno e url. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was okay. quality time just gets bttr &amp;bttr. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got counselling. told mr james i'm in love with my gd fren (true waaad) &amp; tat i hate bighead. yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we talked abt my inferiority complex. eh i'm not ego all e time okayy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he was tellin me nt to go for khaii..o lvls now..yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nuclear nas goes off in her jet into the sunsey, while cuddling with korny khaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114113197357558319?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114113197357558319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114113197357558319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114113197357558319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114113197357558319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-fuckin-hate-aidil-abdullah.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114101176419537571</id><published>2006-02-26T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:42:44.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Next Of Kin"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the things I promised you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgotten to love, you know its true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tumble then fall for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth now lies in angry eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time I'll pay the price. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pay the price to rise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These feelings got to go, this pain just takes its toll. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you need me let me know, I'm here for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my life I learned from you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lessons I learned are never through. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry my father. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With your heart in my hand, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not breaking it again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry, I’m sorry… (This will be the end) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever think of me? (You follow it underneath your skin) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do we go to find what’s within? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just let it go, always within (What lies).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send it away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always in you. It falls apart and caves inward. And I’m the only one who floats below the rest Of the angels, of the angels, of the angels…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These feelings got to go, this pain just takes its toll. If you need me let me know, I'm here for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. sedih sia. i'm feeling sooo. emo? as in emotional. i dont claim to b an emokid, a punkrocker or watever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii got "bullied" in ml clas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114101176419537571?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114101176419537571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114101176419537571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114101176419537571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114101176419537571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/next-of-kin-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114094666983845755</id><published>2006-02-26T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:46:55.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeay ika can go online &amp; FINALLY post pix. i'm in love with bods.bodynit's ads. so i decided to make my own. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/26-02-06_1512.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/26-02-06_1512.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/nassie%20n%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/nassie%20n%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/nassie%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/nassie%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; here's 3 cheers for flawless (i wish) skin. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/P1020221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/P1020221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's the many faces of nassie brody. lame lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/many%20faces%20of%20nassie%20brody.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/many%20faces%20of%20nassie%20brody.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114094666983845755?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114094666983845755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114094666983845755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114094666983845755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114094666983845755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeay-ika-can-go-online-heres-many.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114086440524641857</id><published>2006-02-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:46:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with ika &amp; iya just now. such fun. =)) hahahah wanna hear something? ika wanted to buy a bag, den she was asking e auntie whether can fit in all her things anddddd..e auntie said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"actually can fit, but i scared tear ah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which triggered uncontrollable giggles frm iya &amp; i. if u dun get it. either ur like 4, or ur just dumb. okay so we at prata at Mina ferst, den walked ard bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH I SAW PONY BAG $18 ONLY (hint hint to khaii &amp; sewii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we played around in tis kinky shop with cheapstake vibrators. sheesh. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay khaii isnt replying so i guess he's asleep. i'll sleep to. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pix will be put up asap, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114086440524641857?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114086440524641857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114086440524641857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114086440524641857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114086440524641857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-out-with-ika-iya-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114083872288322877</id><published>2006-02-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:38:42.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just some randoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/24-02-06_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/24-02-06_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look round in tis photo. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/weird%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/weird%20one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how it'll look like if i'm shorter den ika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="525" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/peacepunks.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace punks kepe. me &amp; sewi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="402" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/lastdropfromebottle.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/IMG_02801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at e family day bazaar. me amy &amp; ika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="419" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/alikingseh.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we look alike. me &amp; ika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/23-02-06_1829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i said i wont put up pix of us. but tis one style ah. me &amp;amp; khaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="402" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/sec4life.jpg" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is how we handle sec 4 life. me ika limin &amp;amp; lihssie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114083872288322877?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114083872288322877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114083872288322877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114083872288322877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114083872288322877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-some-randoms-i-look-round-in-tis.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114079105688178362</id><published>2006-02-24T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:24:16.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(yet another)disclaimer: DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT FD 3. i'll tell u privately if i want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bbl tea with iya amy &amp; lihssie. den tis guy with a super hot bod was flirting(?) with me? usually i'll go "DAMN I CANT FLIRT BACK" but i was okay with it i gues. yes. i know hot guys wont last long. hot guys r arrogant/attitude problem/bitchy bastards. either one or all 3. okay so spent quality time with khaii. yeah. dun think dirty. den met iya amy &amp;amp; queenie for awhile. den met ika ili aisyah &amp; jannah for nite study. i was liek an xtra. in skl uni. cos nobody was hm n me being dumb, i forgot e keys. damn. if i had e keys.. i could %&amp;amp;^%&amp;^%&amp;amp;^%^$#$%$% with khaii. okay dont think dirty. assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunia is gonna kiamat. yes. ppl who r supposed to b nice turn to goddamn bitches, ppl who're supposd to b bitchy turn out super-nice. whatever lah. ohyeah. n i was being so bitchy jus now. but hey, i was BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just an innocent comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how should i know she could hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i know she has feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i swear, my life would be so boring without priya darshini kannan. Powerful Priya who can make anyone laugh. yes, be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114079105688178362?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114079105688178362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114079105688178362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114079105688178362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114079105688178362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/yet-anotherdisclaimer-do-not-ask-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114069956071830263</id><published>2006-02-23T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T04:59:20.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer: if you terase, too bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say this. i will no longer put up pix of me &amp; khaii. i will no longer post up anything about my love life that includes us touching each other. why? someone's complaining that i'm wasting my time cos i'm only going out with khaii for sexual innuendos. it's utter rubbish. if i was after SEX i'd rather go for a guy who has tons of experience, rather than a GOOD FRIEND with as much experience as hannan. yes. why should i salvage a friendship i treasure so much just to satisfy myself? it's purely nonsensical. yes, maybe i do sound aloof &amp;amp; carefree when i tok abt khaii &amp; i, but it's all bcos i jus don't want high hopes on us. i don't want to b hurt if we don't work out. okay? i'm just insecure. sooo..yeah. alah watever lah. it jus hurts cos e person is one of my best friends, &amp;amp; it hurts that she could assume i'm like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the bright side...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got A1 for physics! =)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i got B3 for MATH =)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after skl went to makan with khaii. yummeh. den went back to skl &amp; did my d&amp;amp;t. at ferst was alone in e classrm with khaii sewi &amp; seth. den sewi &amp;amp; seth went off to do god-noes-wad. i swear khaii &amp; i didnt do anitin. he did his poa, i did my d&amp;amp;t. yes we're innocent diligent students. e classrm was gettin creepy sia. e lights that couldnt b controlled by e switch kept dimming by itself &amp; e aircon was fuckin cold. freaky..yes. den waited until 6 for seth &amp;amp; sewi. still not back yet. we tried all kinda trhings to will them to come. cos they left their bags there wad. so we had to wait for dem to come &amp; collect it b4 i could lock up e rm. den da puas tunggu, carried their bags to 4c &amp;amp; left them a note at e door. sheesh. motek lame seh. them, not us.i saed i'm not posting abt me &amp; khaii doing things rite? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY TML WATCH FINAL DESTINATION 3. =DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114069956071830263?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114069956071830263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114069956071830263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114069956071830263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114069956071830263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/disclaimer-if-you-terase-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114052337213194668</id><published>2006-02-21T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T04:03:34.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm.&lt;br /&gt;kisses r nice.&lt;br /&gt;necking is fun, but he doesnt do it. sad. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay! so today had to stay bck for a half hr for geog. why? cos we skipped it. n y did we skip it? cos we were locked out of e class in e ferst place. LAME SIAA. den i was like "sorry, miss tan" making a stupid (fake) apologetic face, which miss yew pointed out later, worked. HAHAHA.stupid piggy nose. go get a nose job lah. it's an eyesore, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewi gave me my namecard. cute sia. nuclearnas. call me beep me if u wanna reach me. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rohayah is seriusly on my nerves. she cudnt stand e fact that i passed my karangan while most of her bttr students failed, so she minus-ed of a mark. IMMATURE SIA. leme have some face can anot? CHIBAI. &amp; e worse part? my darling bf cant stop oogling at her.ni bukan Friends of The Enemy, ni dah jadi Admirer of The Enemy. shit lah fuck lah. okay no comments (actually got alot of comments lah. u wanna hear? add me in msn. &lt;a href="mailto:nassielestique@hotmail.com"&gt;nassielestique@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i wonder if bernard noes abt me n khaii. if he does, he sure is keeping silent. either he is &lt;em&gt;STILL &lt;/em&gt;traumatised by me grinding him, or he just thinks i wont get in trouble with khaii e way i got with..well, u know. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem practical was terrible. e ammonia and sulphur dioxide is so sharp i shot up my nose and i coud actually &lt;u&gt;taste&lt;/u&gt; it. sheesh. sulphur dioxide was worse lah. it gave me a coughing fit. shit lah. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went library with khaii &amp;amp; ika. yeay borrowed books. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; 11 march (our first month) is e ferst day of march hols! yeayy! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay NuclearNas is in her jet off to create destruction elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114052337213194668?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114052337213194668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114052337213194668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114052337213194668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114052337213194668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114043494428952327</id><published>2006-02-20T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:29:04.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with khaii &amp; ika. whee. funny sia. i'm a real amatuer at it, but compared to e both of them, i actually seem &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. wow. hahaha. yeay. i'm happy cos tis is like e ferst time i keep treatin e guy. yes, i'm supposed to take advantage of e guy. but, ohwell. it makes me feel so independent &amp;amp; mature. like now, ppl can't call me a gold-digging bitch anymore can they? =)) i love khaii, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den at night had abg sani's wedding dinner. sheesh he looks HOT. dammit. y is he my cousin?? heheh. &amp; kak sahar husband is...*melts* i told mikail to contact me in 20 yrs time. cos looking at how gorgeous his mum &amp;amp; dad is, sheesh. he's gona break hearts everywhere. had to sit with abg sani's frens. since e vip tables where i was supposd to sit was full. dammit paiseh sia. i eat e MOST in e whole fuckin table, until one of e guys were like "dek, dek tak diet ke?" den he was like nudging his gf like "eh look y u are so much. c she eat so much but nvr grow fat" that kinda thing. hmmph. sheesh. but they were nice ppl lah. very jovial e emcee SUCKED. he talk2 we all no appetite sia. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had abg sani's jemputan tis time. e catering service guys, i tell u. HOT GILER. (but yes, being e sappy romantic person i am, i'll still pick khaii over them =D)imagine this. hot curly haired guys walking around cleaning up what u ate. wow. nisa was goin gaga. (&lt;em&gt;ayohh..i tell najib..hahahhaah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan is migrating to aus. &amp; her bf's going too. &amp;amp; dad says most prob our family oso go. shit lah I DUN WAN. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)the ppl i love are HERE. (khaii, ika, iya, sewi, queenie, lihssie, nadzey, ikmal, iffah, nisa etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;2)we're probably gona get discriminated ( 2 words. asian, muslim)&lt;br /&gt;3)i love singapore. i'm a fucking patriot &amp; i utterly despise ppl who say "singapore sucks lah. when i grow up i wanna go -insert country name-"&lt;br /&gt;4)i wanna continue my educational path i worked so hard planning =D&lt;br /&gt;5)i'm just not attracted to mat sallehs/angmohs/white ppl. i hate the way they stick up their noses at u and give u that look that says "i'm so much bttr than u, u colored creature"&lt;br /&gt;6)i bet australian idol sucks. the don't call aussie the land down under for nothing&lt;br /&gt;7)electronics at singapore are cheaper, DEFINITELY. i bet they don't even use much of hps there. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;8)aussie's are himbos &amp;amp; bimbos. yeah sue me for stereotyping. as if i care. if they can say asians r useless, i can say that aussies r dumb&lt;br /&gt;9)i bet australia's education system sucks. that's y our papers r so much harder than their's&lt;br /&gt;10)they may have roxy volcom billabong etc etc. but i bet it's hard to find chanel, LV, dior, topshop, prada, mango, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah i jus dun wanna go k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. d&amp;amp;t's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114043494428952327?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114043494428952327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114043494428952327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114043494428952327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114043494428952327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-shall-update.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114017170706617862</id><published>2006-02-17T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:21:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my life. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it seriously sucks that i cudnt find any knife or other sharp objects to cut. so i had to resort to using tweezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only people that makes my day these days are my friends, khaii, nasrul &amp; hannan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ah tweezers make lousy suicidal weapons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114017170706617862?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114017170706617862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114017170706617862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114017170706617862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114017170706617862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-114001400976265000</id><published>2006-02-15T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:33:29.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/15-02-06_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/15-02-06_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/15-02-06_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/15-02-06_2112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/15-02-06_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/15-02-06_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all take this moment to mourn over the death oth my lip piercing. although we have only been together for 8 hrs, i felt like it was my life-long friend. in it's short life, it brought me joy &amp; happiness. it brought my boyfriend to be turned off &amp;amp; best of all, it made some minah stared at me. how did it die u ask? ice cream. ice cream did it. may you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 5. loving MrBilson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-114001400976265000?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/114001400976265000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=114001400976265000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114001400976265000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/114001400976265000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-all-take-this-moment-to-mourn.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113999247373951980</id><published>2006-02-15T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:34:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES I PIERCED MY LIP. ahhahaha. me n ika pierced on our left side. anti-s*** lah kononye. ika &amp; iya pierced their navels. ira pierced her tongue. whee. thank u adilah =DD first floor toilet mcm jadi operating theatre seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii was afraid we wun get to kiss. ala can wad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to pierce e otehr side oso ah. become like tat FFTL guy. yummeh. den on e way hm say ali. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke of e day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mm..okay let's go"&lt;br /&gt;"i love u too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. dun gedit? that means ur dumb. wheeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113999247373951980?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113999247373951980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113999247373951980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113999247373951980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113999247373951980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-i-pierced-my-lip.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113991391157215308</id><published>2006-02-14T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:47:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="460" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/14-02-06_0925.jpg" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did i spend valentine's day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met khaii early in e morn. at 630 gitu. wad must spend quality time rite. =)) den when reach skl was bombarded with gifts. awww. *flying kisses to the senders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was abit down cos everyone gave me presents while he didnt(cos we promised dun need give each other anytin). hey darling. u gave me e best gift of all =DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancelled outing with prakash. phew. i wanted to cancel at first, but i was afraid he'll b pissed. cos he save up aredi all wad. lucky for me(and khaii) he got cold feet last min so didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="335" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/14-02-06_1502.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/14-02-06_1549.jpg" width="476" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at burger king, den took a long bus ride 39 home. whee. spent more quality time, den i went hm and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikmal woke me up. told me to meet him at e busstop &amp;amp; go his hse to get my a3 folders. sheesh. i still had bedhead sia. so i waited at his staircase while he gave me a bit of brownie to eat. e brownie not nice laaaah. i make nicer. AHAHA. heaty sia. so bestfren brought down a jug of water n a cup. n i made my own picnic there. like no home sia. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/nasuhaa/14-02-06_1805.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. in a nutshell, v day 2006 was really really really unexpected. but it was really sweet. thanks all of u who made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113991391157215308?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113991391157215308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113991391157215308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113991391157215308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113991391157215308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-did-i-spend-valentines-day-met.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113983147120173985</id><published>2006-02-13T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:51:11.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my boyfriend has a voice like anthony green. =DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall put that on my friendster profile. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now ika &amp; i skipped MT &amp;amp; physics. what were we doing?&lt;br /&gt;PLASTIC SURGERY IN THE TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. shouldn't say plastic surgery, i'll call it..cloth surgery.&lt;br /&gt;to be more specific,(for those of u slow ppl out there), we used our sweaters to stuff our ass and boobs.&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;it was fucking hilarious i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;then i used ika's cream n pretended it was breast enhancing cream. wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went hm on my own. cos lazy to find anyone. i forgot to bring my hp anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh, u nga uat ape?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah, i saw him &amp; his sickening personal cheerleader. in my opinion. she looks..manly. HAHAHAHAH.yes i'm a bitch. but wad to do. i hate it when she gives me that "i'm waaaaaay prettier than u" look. yes yes yes. i know i'm prettier. i'm just being humble by keeping my mouth shut. bdk sec 2 pe. ape nk buat. adek2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you kind souls out there who can't take bad attitude. don't mind me. i'm nicer than this. most of e time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3. loving him more =DD oh and didn't get to do anything. wheee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113983147120173985?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113983147120173985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113983147120173985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113983147120173985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113983147120173985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-boyfriend-has-voice-like-anthony.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113974925839205086</id><published>2006-02-12T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T05:00:58.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my parents(okay lah no i dun. i'm just feeling tat way now)&lt;br /&gt;i hate my grandmother(yes this one is true)&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself(most of e time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother asking me what's wrong. don't pretend that you care when you actually don't give a fuck. this is directed to my "friends" who don't even know what my favourite colors are. if you terase, yes you're probably one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ika &amp; nasrul knows abt me &amp;amp; khaii. they're okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'll reply to tags here.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala; yes FFTL rocks! arrghhh&lt;br /&gt;khaii; hahah 'jealous' eh? don't worry lah. he's nothing =DD&lt;br /&gt;julie;yeah I FORGOT. nvm. nxt time eh&lt;br /&gt;ting; arrrgh! yes he's HOT. but i love my darling more lah&lt;br /&gt;nasrul; let's all hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;khaii; u'll do great =)&lt;br /&gt;hell; helo. &amp; thanks for saying what i told u to say. haha&lt;br /&gt;julie; -______________________________-"&lt;br /&gt;khaii; ur lame darl. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;poovan; haha *refer to khaii's tag above* he's not jealous lah. yeah n ur a FAB dancer. i swear. u rocked&lt;br /&gt;toink; kau sape sia?&lt;br /&gt;nadzey; ala aku nmpk kau pon. tak ckp nk amek gambar pon.HAHAH. nxt time eh. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;khaii; yeah n i hev u =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic. in a family crisis. the only person i turn to is my ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2. love him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113974925839205086?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113974925839205086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113974925839205086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113974925839205086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113974925839205086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-my-parentsokay-lah-no-i-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113965149872629571</id><published>2006-02-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:00:44.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/11-02-06_1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/11-02-06_1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcm star eh. style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/beauties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is so perfect. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/11-02-06_1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/11-02-06_1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/11-02-06_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/11-02-06_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'll be 16 on april 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/11-02-06_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/11-02-06_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SLAP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e morn, went ika's house to borrow some stuffs. yes her block's nxt to mine. sempat shave n put on nailpolish. haha. den picked up mizah &amp; ruqniah &amp;amp; met khaii who waited for us for like. 1hr plus? sorryyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4f disco was so fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho at first it was pretty pathetic, with only me n my friends cranking it up, it was nice after that. damn i was drunk on i-dunno-wad. &lt;em&gt;arrgghh! i danced with e guy from my dream!! yesyesyes! (in ur face, queenie ting =DD). &lt;/em&gt;dancing with khaii is fun =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when bernard was standing there scanning e crowd, i went up next to him and started "grinding". ahhahahahahaha. CHIBAI FUNNY SIAAA. den he was looking at me shocked. den e nxt time he saw me he ran away. yes, literally. e rest of e time, i either danced my life away, or sit down on e floor, lying on khaii. eh tired tau. and i was so mabok. byk nye setan2. ish2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den ard 2plus me n khaiileft dunman &amp;amp; met up with iffah n syarif. LAME SIAA E WHOLE TRIP. hahahahaha. took neoprints. yes lame ones of cos. syarif went off to smoke sheesha so iffah was stuck with us in 39. WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm sleepy. even when dancing. my body was moving but my mind is at nassieland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. i wanna go off. mebb can sleep skejap. yeaayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 1. (i think he's good. very)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113965149872629571?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113965149872629571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113965149872629571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113965149872629571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113965149872629571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/mcm-star-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113957570464306645</id><published>2006-02-10T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:56:23.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/From_First_To_Last_By_Jeff_Gros_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/From_First_To_Last_By_Jeff_Gros_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From First To Last(FFTL) HOT SIAAAAAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a nutshell, today was FAB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during poa lesson i lost my voice. hahahaha. had to tok to JB using sign language. den assembly was so mepek. e dikir barat guys funny siaaaaa. hahahahaha. n mr bernard's version of tossing yu sheng is priceless. d&amp;t students, picture this. u program something. pick up, lift, drop. &amp;amp; put it in a loop. yes thats how he does it. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a debacle with amy during recess. all nabil's fault. fucker cb. but things i fine now, i guess. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/disco%20ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/disco%20ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; den during class, we switched off e lights, switched on e disco ball, plugged in e mp3 into e speakers n just relaxed. wahh. sec 4 shiok eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after skl, while waiting for results, went to makan with khaii =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congrats to Bestfren(ikmal), Ika, Ili, Aisyah, Nadzey, Faezah, Nasrul, Aravind, Raveen, Ashwini, Aqil. so on and so forth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after e results went pizza hut with Bestfren, nadzey &amp; zul. hell no, its not a double date. was a time of super lame jokes(courtesy of bestfren) den on e way back to intc, after nadzey &amp;amp; zul left, terserempak with nasrul &amp; friends. tehy were out for his birthday treat. wowee. FUCK MY FACE RED SIAAA. one of em were like "eh dey togeder ah?" NOOO. ME N IKMAL EQUATES TO LIKE, ME N MY &lt;strong&gt;BROTHER&lt;/strong&gt; TOGEDER (ewww.) okay so then was waiting for e bus when razak appeared. he n bestfren chatted while i eavesdropped. heh heh heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/bestfren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/bestfren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no he didn't send me home. he sent US home. cos we live like, opposite each other? HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i love cuddling him. &lt;strong&gt;not nasrul or ikmal laaaaah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH AND LET US ALL CHERISH THIS LAST FEW MOMENTS OF MY BACHELORETTEHOOD. =DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tataaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113957570464306645?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113957570464306645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113957570464306645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113957570464306645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113957570464306645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-first-to-lastfftl-hot-siaaaaal-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113948910947517462</id><published>2006-02-09T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:45:09.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/1600/kiss%20me%20i"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4355/601/320/kiss%20me%20i%27m%20contagious2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh nice kan? but got some editing errors. whatever. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; mrs tang. she's e best. jus now math class she let us plug our mp3s into e class surround system. den we use hp mp3 all in front of her she heck care. den got one part. she go thru some things den when she was done she saed "okay can put ur music back on". lovely woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; miss yew too. she let us watch American History X. an underground movie. about skins. YUMMY SIA E BROTHERS. ARRRGH. according to khaii they're gays. but cant b rite? e lead is married to some old woman. fuck her. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u JB for letting me use ur table. thank u Caile for teaching me math. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;(so many love love eh in tis entry? must be cos v day is coming) cuddling with him. closest thing to heaven(well...MAYBE xcept for e pizza hut meal yest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've taken to wearing Lanvin Oxygene these days. no i don't miss him. just his scent..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113948910947517462?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113948910947517462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113948910947517462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113948910947517462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113948910947517462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/eh-nice-kan-but-got-some-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113940869925561852</id><published>2006-02-08T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:24:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wedidit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedidit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DID IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE DID IT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck i'm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now priya kene saboh. flour, eggs, water. dammit i wasnt there. was on a date with mr lee. den went pizza hut. it was so sweet, all 7 of us there. &amp; i noticed. all netballers/ex-netballers. whee. 2 large pizzas, 2 reg pizzas, 8 soups, 3 pitchers of coke, 1 brownie. YUMMY. closest thing to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den took neoprints. one of e pix. we made everyone big-eyed xcept for me. cos my eyes were squinted, so cudnt do anything rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYARIF IS AN ASSHOLE. YES IFFAH WILL PINCH UR TETEK FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuclearNas wins once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113940869925561852?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113940869925561852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113940869925561852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113940869925561852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113940869925561852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/wedidit-wedidit-we-did-it-we-did-it-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113932153982417324</id><published>2006-02-07T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:12:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrr. nxt time i see syarif. i shall get my revenge. he PUNK'D me jus cos i wudnt send him e vid. haiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wen like tis. he logged into iffahs accnt. den chatted as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i told 'her': i cant wait to see e curly haired guitarist. hope its not syed&lt;br /&gt;'her': y u like him ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: nooo&lt;br /&gt;me:i got khaii.&lt;br /&gt;me: and i dun even NOE him. jus nk tengok2 je. (eh i like to c curly hair, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;'her': but i noe him!&lt;br /&gt;'her':u noe how i noe?&lt;br /&gt;'her':COS I SYARIF USING IFFAH'S ACCNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roughly like that. FUCK SIA MALU SIAAAALL. ARRGHH. my whole fucking face was red. hahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to pinch his tits nxt time i see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuclearNas shall not be defeated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113932153982417324?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113932153982417324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113932153982417324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113932153982417324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113932153982417324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113928743060592759</id><published>2006-02-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:43:50.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tml piya bdae!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck no fair. hmmph 16 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to him, well. 4 more days. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HOPEFULLY ikmal gets good results. so he'll be in a good mood to blanje me n nadz this fri. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish all e luck to him + nasrul,(yes, i'm wishing him gd luck. so?),huda, raushan, shereen, ashwnini, aishah, aisyah, raihanis, melati and who ever else i know but forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I NEED MONEY LAAAAHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113928743060592759?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113928743060592759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113928743060592759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113928743060592759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113928743060592759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/didnt-go-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113920135615212067</id><published>2006-02-05T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:49:16.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i'm done with my d&amp;t, i shall go blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamaq says: &lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay. i'll reply to my tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syarif:&lt;strong&gt; i can't send e clip laaaaah! but i'll rub it in ur face. i love e part where e girl go ard mcm kene posess. style. n one of e guys..HOTTT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewi:&lt;strong&gt; thank u for siding me darling. =DD. yeah. some ppl r jus so immature. kalah budak sec3 siak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113920135615212067?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113920135615212067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113920135615212067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113920135615212067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113920135615212067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-im-done-with-my-dt-i-shall-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113914924653612089</id><published>2006-02-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:20:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE 11TH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i love these ppl who sides me =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khaii; nice. and lets wait til e 11th. til den...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lala; i'm SO over him lah my dear. e one i love is another guy lah. =DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ikmal; helo big broder. hahaha. aww it's touching how protective of ur 'angels' u are. =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i lay down e 10 rules to him. i think we're going to be more den fine. there's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113914924653612089?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113914924653612089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113914924653612089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113914924653612089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113914924653612089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-11th.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113913038435732870</id><published>2006-02-05T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:06:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;to nasrul: fuck off lah. danak 17 kan? so GROW UP and stop behaving like a 7 yr old. fucking asshole. oh and just so u know. i dun hate u. i swear i dun. just feel like killing u sometimes. eeeeeeeee...geyam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to lenny,khaii,syarif: thanks for insulting him HAHAHA. love u all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to fique: yes somehow he noes. nvm. i think he's pretty amusing. free entertainment kan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite what Nasrul saed n did to me. i'm happy. cos HE(not nasrul lah) loves me. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna b with him, but my best friend stands in my way. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm so happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me put some happy lyrics =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..well susah(&amp;malas) ah nak carik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing about Colours for e commonwealth competition. i have to say, i'm pretty impressed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE HIM. DAMMIT. ARRGHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113913038435732870?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113913038435732870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113913038435732870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113913038435732870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113913038435732870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-nasrul-fuck-off-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14357751.post-113907390656617244</id><published>2006-02-04T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:25:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i told him, well, everything. fuck and now i'm crying. i dont ever wana let him down.. he says he still loves me..but..what does he think of me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But there's a past and she's telling everyone&lt;br /&gt;It must be a garden, that wouldn't grow With roots of shame,&lt;br /&gt;too sensitive to blame to herself as we watch he drown,&lt;br /&gt;I can't save the queen without a kingdom or a crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this lonely game of sympathy there is a selfish dream&lt;br /&gt;That makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the high wire while you're on the ground&lt;br /&gt;To you what is dangerous is safe and sound...&lt;br /&gt;You let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14357751-113907390656617244?l=enterfadinglights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/feeds/113907390656617244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14357751&amp;postID=113907390656617244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113907390656617244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14357751/posts/default/113907390656617244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterfadinglights.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-told-him-well-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>nassie wassie brody le stique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
